Lynx: A Callie Torres Story

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"I'm so going to regret this," Jada teased as she locked up her helmet onto the bike.

"And why's that?" Callie questioned with a smile.

Jada took Callie's hand as they walked across the street and to the bar. Callie convinced her to try something she hadn't in years, a gay bar. And Jada was ready for her absolutely stunning fiancée to get all the looks.

Jada herself couldn't stop looking at her fiancée. She was wearing her leather motorcycle jacket, matching Jada's, with black jeans, boots, and her long dark hair flowing down her shoulders. She had the left side pinned back in a really cute look while the other just hung loosely against her ear.

"Baby, if I have to be all over you, I'm going to be all over you."

Callie laughed and shook her head. "It's not even late yet. It's going to be fine."

They entered the bar. Contrary to what Callie had predicted, the place was packed and the sun hadn't even gone down yet.

"It really looks like it's going to be fine," Jada teased into Callie's ear.

"Just follow my lead," Callie instructed. "You're going to have fun, I know it."

"If watching a bunch of girls gawk over you is your idea of fun, we're on a different page when it comes to fun."

Jada smiled when her lover put her arm over her shoulders. She thought about this every time they went to a bar. Even though Callie would continuously deny it, she was the more attractive one in the relationship and all the looks that came at their direction were for her, no doubt. Having Callie's arm around her while they got stared at by every single girl in the bar, made Jada radiate with confidence as she shot down all the looks.

She followed Callie up to the counter, where the female bartender immediately gravitated towards them upon seeing Callie. Jada had no idea what Callie ordered, all she knew was it was some kind of hard liquor. That girl had no trouble keeping up with the guys.

"...And whatever my lady would like," she heard Callie say.

Jada focused on the bartender who was clearly checking out her fiancée. "I'll have a blue kamikaze," Jada answered quickly.

She wasn't a fan of the strong stuff, so the blue drink was perfect for Jada. And it honestly tasted like fruit punch.

The bartender brought Callie's drink first. "I like you," she admitted. "It's not often a woman comes in here and orders real liquor. Always that dumb shit."

Jada scrunched her nose at the girl. "Sometimes it's one of those nights," Callie explained. "Other times I need that hard shit."

The girl finished making Jada's drink. "It's on me," she said. "Don't worry about it."

Callie rolled her eyes and started digging for cash for the tip. "What brings you two in here?" the bartender asked. "I'm here literally every night and I've never seen the two of you."

Callie shrugged and threw a 20 on the counter making Jada's eyes go wide. "Just moved here a few months ago," Callie answered. "And we're still exploring."

"Well, if I can provide any recommendations, feel free to ask," the girl said. "I've been here all my life." She then grabbed a napkin and scribbled down what looked like her phone number on it. "Here you go cutie," she said, looking directly at Callie. "Feel free to reach out."