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“Sheesh.” Rhea maneuvered through an increasingly rowdy club as dance music pulsed through the springy floor and women in black lingerie ordered yet another round of drinks at the biggest bar in the club. Somewhere between the restroom line and the first back room, two different men hit on her: the first was a man who completely misread her predilections, and the second completely misinterpreted her gender. When Rhea wished him the best of luck finding a “daddy” of his dreams, they both parted with flushed cheeks. “Where the hell are you, Paige?” The locals were restless, and the tourists were absolutely feral!
Her hunt was only hindered by how popular the party was that night – and the fact that everyone was dressed in black, aside from the few who had not heard about the theme ahead of time. The number of blond women in black dresses with plunging necklines was too damn high. How was Rhea supposed to find her wife, let alone gauge if panic was on the table?
She saw Maya, though. She stood in the shorter, albeit still time-consuming restroom line toward the back. “Do you know where Paige is?” she asked her old schoolmates’ girlfriend.
Maya shrugged. “Haven’t seen her. Maybe Jocie and Loren found her. They went that way.” She jerked her thumb toward a cozier room in the back corner. “If you see them, let them know I want to get Del Taco on the way home.” When she saw the confused look on Rhea’s face, she explained. “There was this huge debate between them and Taco Bell. Guess who was fighting over it?”
That was enough for Rhea, who followed Maya’s gaze into another room. Paige was not in here, either, but she did find Jocie and Loren… very, very busy on one of the couches where they thought nobody could see them.
“Never mind.” Rhea had no desire to interrupt them. Those two probably needed a moment to themselves after all the flirting.
She was about to ask for help from one of the employees when she recognized another female couple sitting by themselves in front of the stage, waiting for a show to begin.
“Well, well.” Irene, was it? Rhea only remembered the woman’s name because she had made such an impression the last time they met. As for the younger person with her? Rhea didn’t rememberhername, but she recalled thinking she was probably too young for this place. “If it isn’t Paige’s other half.”
That was the most surefire way to ensure Rhea paid attention. “Have you seen her? I’ve been looking for her since like fifteen minutes ago.”
Irene looked like she would only part with that information if Rhea gave her something in return. “She’s around. Offered to get you two into a raging party in the back, but it sounded likeyouwouldn’t be interested.”
Rhea put her hands on her hips. Behind her, the stage prepped for a show between two men and one woman.I better get out of here before I see something that does not click with my brain.Rhea had a feeling that the woman about to go on stage was the one lounging in the front row, glass in her hand and feet kicking up in the air behind her. She was cute, but not cute enough for Rhea to watch her… do whatever she was about to do.
“Was she okay? She, uh… she’s had a lot to drink tonight.”
“We last left her back that way.” Irene gestured in another direction than Rhea had thought to go. “This place is a maze, isn’t it? The huge room with all the stripper poles is my favorite, though. Gosh, I’m such a voyeur.”
The other girl laughed. Rhea didn’t know what to make of that.
“Guess I’ll go find her, then. I think it’s about time to take her home.”
“My party offer still stands!” Irene called after her with a hand cupped around her mouth. “I think you guys would have alotof fun.”
Rhea didn’t know what that was about, but she was more concerned about finding her wife, anyway. Sure enough, Paige was where Irene said she would be, half-passed out on a couch with her eyes half-opened and a hostess standing nearby, speaking with one of the bouncers.
“Is this yours?” the large, burly man asked Rhea. “Probably a good idea for her to go home. We’ve been keeping an eye on her, but at some point, we have to call 911.”
“Yeah, that’s my wife.” Rhea offered a sheepish smile. “I’ve been looking for her.”
They wandered away to continue their jobs as Rhea sat behind Paige.
“Ready to head home?” she asked her wife.
Paige’s tongue parted her lips. “I don’t wanna go home. I wanna… fuck, I dunno.”
“We can do a lot of that at home.”
“Fuck?”
“A bunch of ‘I don’t know.’”
Paige allowed her wife to help her sit up. “I think I ate too much of that brownie.”
“I think you did too.”
Her cheeks puffed, Paige blew so much air through her lips that more than one person glanced in her direction. Rhea patted her on the thigh before asking if she needed to go to the bathroom once more before they got an Uber home. Paige shook her head.
Maya had moved to the front of the restroom line by the time they slowly walked by. Rhea asked her to tell Jocie and Loren that they were leaving. When Maya – and Paige – asked why she didn’t tell them herself, Rhea bluntly painted a picture of them being busy.
Maya abandoned her prime spot in line to go see it for herself. Rhea wrapped her arm around her wife’s shoulders and guided her toward the entrance, where there was a separate door for those leaving and waiting for rides.
