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“On the house,” she said as she sat the drink down in front of the blonde.
The blonde studied the drink, almost as if she was trying to decide if it was poisoned. “What is it?”
“A little something I made up. Those lucky enough to try it call it The Brin .”
The blonde looked from the drink to Brinley. “So, is that your name? Brin?”
“It’s Brinley, but naming the drink completely after me felt a bit pretentious.”
The blonde smiled a smile that lit up her whole face. It was a smile that made Brinley feel like something had been lit up within her as well. “You’re right. Much less pretentious when you remove the last three letters.”
Were they flirting? It felt like they were, but Brinley was pretty sure this woman wasn’t even gay, which meant it was all wishful thinking. Whatever. Whether or not the woman was flirting , this banter was still fun, so Brinley was going to enjoy it. “And if you were going to name a drink after yourself, what would it be called?”
Much to Brinley’s surprise, the blonde started to laugh. “Does that actually work?”
“Does what work?”
“That terrible attempt to get my name. Does it actually work with other women?”
Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be.
“It does when they’re actually into women.” Brinley ran a hand through her long, wavy brown hair with streaks of blonde and caramel that fell down just one side of her back, since she had an undercut on the other side. “Or maybe it’s just the hair.”
Brinley could have sworn she saw the blonde subtly lick her lips as she watched the scene in front of her, but it happened so quickly she couldn’t be sure. “Or the tattoos,” the blonde added as she ran her eyes down the arm that was practically a full sleeve at this point.
“So, um, are you?” With the way the woman was staring at her, Brinley could barely get her words out, and she was pretty sure she hadn’t spoken a full sentence.
What the hell is wrong with me right now?
“Am I what?”
“Into women?”
“I’m not.” The woman cringed, and Brinley was sure she had just ruined whatever moment they were having, or whatever moment she wrongly assumed they were having. “If you heard any of my conversation with the woman I came with, I’m sure you now think I’m a terrible person.”
“Why would I think that?”
The blonde shook her head. “Just forget it. I’ve already said too much tonight. It’s for the best if I don’t embarrass myself for a second time.”
Brinley could have dropped it, but she wanted to hear more of what this woman had to say. Unlike the woman with the purple hair, Brinley was interested in hearing her explanation. “Do you mean because you’re on an app called The Lit Clit even though you don’t like women?”
The blonde cringed once again. “So you did hear that.”
“Unfortunately. Now all I can picture is a clit that looks like Rudolph with a blinking red light on it. Or a little cartoon clit character wearing a headlamp. Is that what they use for advertising? Because, honestly, if they don’t, they’re missing out on a great opportunity.”
Brinley was happy when the woman actually laughed at her terrible joke, but a few seconds later, her face became serious again. “So, you don’t think I’m completely awful for joining that app when I’m not actually into women?”
“The app is called The Lit Clit. I’m going to assume women aren’t going on there to find their soulmate. Am I right?”
The blonde nodded. “It’s definitely for sex. There’s even a whole disclaimer whenever you open the app that goes into excruciating detail over the fact that it’s solely for pleasure and physical connection. Nothing more.”
“Then you’re completely fine. You haven’t done anything wrong.” Brinley rested her elbows on the bar and leaned closer to the other woman. “Listen, as a lesbian, I realize that sometimes straight women do use lesbians to experiment. I’ve even seen times when they enter into a relationship with another girl, just to decide it’s not for them and leave the girl completely heartbroken. But that’s not what you’re doing. You’re looking for fun, and what better place to find it than with another female? Women know what they’re doing. Trust me.”
“Now you sound like my grandma.”
Brinley lifted an eyebrow. “Is your grandma a lesbian?”
“No, she just seems to think the only way to get the stick out of my ass is by having sex with another woman.” The blonde shook her head and laughed. “Her words. Not mine.”
