The "L" Word (Urban Lesbian Story)

Chapter 1

Tiara

Pounding and loud vibrations. That's all I could hear and feel as I pushed through all the sweaty bodies to make my way to the bar. "One Bloody Mary with extra pickle juice please." I shouted to the bartender over the music as he eyed me in my olive green, bodycon dress. It was mid thigh length, sleeveless, and sequined. I accented the outfit with gold jewelry and stilletos. The bartender was still taking in all of my 5'6 frame while I waited for him to start making my drink, although I can't blame him for staring. I'm caramel colored, I have a body to die for, brown eyes, I'm hella thick, with curly Malaysian hair. (A/N picture of Tiara at the top) Shit, I'd stare at me too and that's not me being cocky. I used to hate how I looked, which is why I worked hard to look the way I do now and I'm proud of it. "Excuse me sir, are you gonna make my drink or what?" I said still annoyed that he hadn't quit staring. "Oh I'm sorry ma, you just so beautiful that I got caught in a trance." He says while winking at me. I honestly just threw up in my head. He's really cute, but his game is wack. His name tag said Anthony. Anthony is about 6'1, light skin with a taper, and he looks like he has a bomb body. "Tell you what shorty, if you give me your number I'll let you get free drinks for the rest of the night." He explained while smirking. "Are you even allowed to do that?" I said while giving him a look that said "are you serious?" He shrugged then said "I'm almost positive that I'm not, but I can't let a dime like you get away without giving me her number." Okay that kinda made me blush a little bit. His game is getting a little better. "How about you let me get these drinks first and then I give you my number?" I said while biting my lip, a really bad habit I have to hide my smile. "Are you trynna play me um .. what's you're name?" He said. "Whittaker. Tiara Whittaker is my name. And no I am not trynna play you boy" I said while rolling my eyes. "Okay okay, I was just making sure. You got a deal miss Whittaker. Here is your first free drink" Anthony said while smiling at me. Damn, he had a nice smile. And he had dimples too. Oh god.  Play it cool Tiara. Play it cool. "Thank you Anthony, it only took you 1000 years." I said while cheesing to show him I was playing. "Well, you can't blame me tiara. Any dude would be distracted while talking to a beautiful girl like you." Oh man, I swear I just melted. He is so sweet. But I can't show him that I'm into him..yet.

*2 hours later*

"Anthoooooony" I slurred. "Give me another drink!" I was so drunk that I couldn't even stand properly without almost tripping and falling over nothing. "Don't you think you've had enough Tiara?" Anthony said looking concerned. "Anthony! Do you want my number or not? Just give me a drink" I said still wobbling on my feet. "No Tiara, I don't want your number if it means seeing you like this. C'mon I'm almost off the clock, you're coming home with me so I can take care of you" He said while staring at me like a parent does their child when they've done something bad. "Anthony you're no fuuuuuuuuuun" I slurred out . "Yeah yeah whatever, lets get you back to my place so you can lay down." He said while grabbing me. I didn't even have the energy to fight so I just went along with it. I really hope he doesn't try anything while I'm this wasted I thought to myself before we left out the front doors.