Cupid's Mistake

CHAPTER EIGHT

We entered the bar and I was shocked. There were rainbows and brightly colored signs everywhere. Pride flags of all kinds waved under the flowing air. The bar was loud, but Devin didn't seem to mind.

"Is this okay?" Devin asked, leaning down over me so I could hear her over the noise. I nodded and she guided me farther into the bar. We finally arrived at a group of people dressed in similar attire to Devin. I smiled at each of them as we approached.

"Dev!" One of them yelled and bumped fists with her. They each had a drink in their hands proving they had been there for a while. It wasn't but half past 10, but many of the people looked as if they had been drinking long before opening. 

"Who's this?" One of Devin's friends asked while winking at me. I blushed and almost turned around as all of her friends turned to look at me.

"This is Vivian, Vivian these are a couple friends of mine." Devin smiled and pulled me by my upper arms to stand in front of her. While she stood so close behind me, I could tell the obvious height difference.

"Hi, Vivian. I'm Fess." Someone stepped out from the crowd. I smiled up at them and stuck my hand out.

"Nice to meet you," I said politely. They smiled at me, but our conversation didn't last long as Devin pulled me away to a little booth sitting off to the side.

"Let me get you something to drink." She smiled and walked away before I could tell her what. I waited for her to return, but she wasn't gone long.

"Here you are." She handed me a pink drink with grapefruit on the rim of the glass. I was fairly inexperienced when it came to drinking, so I usually stuck to the basics. 

"What is it?" I asked and took a sniff. It smelt sweet enough.

"It's a Paloma, try it." I took a sip at the same time as she did. I could taste the tequila, but it wasn't overpowering. There was a nice mix of other bitters and sweets in the drink.

"Do you like it?" She asked while smiling from across the table.

"Yes, it's so good." I took a couple more sips.

"Slow down, there." She laughed and placed her hand on my cup to pull it back down to the table.

"Why'd you invite me," I asked out of the blue. I was confused about why she asked me to a gay bar with her friends. She looked taken back by my question. I watched her think for a moment and took another sip of my drink. She didn't bother to stop me this time. I was nervous.

"I'm sorry if I got the wrong message. I thought you liked me. I meant to ask you on a date, but it doesn't have to be if you don't want this to be." She looked at me, vulnerably. My eyes went wide and I took another swig of my drink.

"I'm sorry, I just thought- let's get you home." She began to stand, but I grabbed hold of her wrist.

"Sit." I requested quietly. She sat down across from me again.

"I've never done this before." I looked down at my almost finished drink. I could the warmth of the alcohol in my blood helping me speak through my nerves.

"A date?" Devin questioned and drank her own drink.

"No, I mean with a woman." I looked anywhere but across that very table.

"I don't mind." Devin smiled and reached across the table to grab my chin and turn my head back to her.

"It's okay." She smiled softly. "If you don't want to do this, we can leave." I thought about it for a moment. I had been thinking of her for weeks. Ever since I saw her in that store. Somewhere inside of me, I knew the feelings I had for her. At first sight, I quickly fell for her charm. She was beautiful. Why would I give up this opportunity?