Turns out one of my girl-crushes is lesbian for Cara Delevigne. Wow. #michellerodriguez #caradelevigne #girlcrush #lgbt
Adam nodded as she talked about plans changing. He wasn’t sure he could handle changes like that. He had his dreams and he wanted Shy to follow hers. There was no way either of them were ready for a kid and Adam admired Gabe and Cece for raising one at their age. He supposed that if Isa was around five that Gabe had actually been a dad for a while, and that thought made him want alcohol in his soda. Kids and marriage were a long way off for Adam, even if he had been thinking about how soon he could be engaged.
Adam still hadn’t gotten used to how bold Cece was. “No” Adam said without elaborating. He was quiet for a moment before he tucked his phone away. “I don’t show my work to anyone really, I mean my poetry I send to publishers, but my prose and Journals are secret. Sometimes I read them to Shy. Otherwise, if you want to read something I’ll let you know if I am ever published.” He smiled and finished off his drink, tossing the cup in the recycling. He nodded towards the door. “should we head back in?” He asked.
Cece raised an eyebrow when Adam shut her down. She wasn’t used to being told no, but a part of her was impressed by how he’d managed to deflect her question so politely. “Well, I look forward to being able to buy something with your name on it. I’m intrigued now, new boy.” She shot him a cheeky grin, yanking the fire door and holding it open for him to return inside. The bar was far warmer than the stoop outside, thankfully.
When they were settled back behind the bar, Cece left Adam pouring a drink whilst she spoke briefly to the owner who had been in the office upstairs. When he asked about the new member of staff, she nodded towards where Adam was easily chatting to the small crowd of women at the bar. “Take a look for yourself. I think he’ll do fine on his own.”
"Hey, a fire extinguisher is always a good idea and every home should have at least one. Random appliance fires happen all the time. And you never know what could happen with candles, especially if there are a lot of them." Raine was fully aware that she could be a little neurotic at times, something of a nag, and a mother hen. She couldn’t help it, she cared about her friends, and always wanted to see every one of them happy and healthy. And this was good. Everyone in their little close knit circle was happy, and dating someone else within the circle. It was perfect.
"A dress is good. Or whatever you want to wear." Raine blinked a few times then started to open her mouth before stopping and taking another drink of her wine. She hoped Cece wasn’t about to start sharing. "Well, okay then. You know I don’t do the whole girl talk thing that involves actually talking about sex, right? I really just feel like that topic is one that should only be discussed between the two people who are having it with one another, or who are planning to. You and Gabe do what you do, I don’t need to know anything. Also, I don’t need those images in my head ever. No offense." She shook her head.
Cece laughed from deep in her stomach, Raine’s desire to know less than nothing about what went on behind closed doors still as amusing to her now as it was the first time they’d had this conversation. “It’s fine, Raine. You don’t want to know about Gabe and I, and as long as B is getting happy with you and no-one else, I don’t want to know any more than that.” Even if Raine had been interested, there wasn’t much to tell. She and Gabe had been so busy recently, with work and getting Isa prepared for school and puppy training, any time they had together was more likely spent cuddling than anything else.
She took another sip of wine and reaching below the sofa, grabbed the remote control. “You wanna find something entertaining to watch on Netflix? It’s been a while since I had the opportunity to watch something that wasn’t rated PG.”
There was a coat check room at Ampersand, and Shy handed over her wool coat, entering the club for the first time. There were two levels, a quick search on the internet had revealed, the bottom floor mostly consisting of a long bar and lots of tables, jukebox rock filling the space. Upstairs, dance music thudded; she had seen the colored strobe lights in the windows a block away. She was wearing a thin-strapped black dress that barely covered the tops of her thighs and boots that brought her from 5’4 up to 5’7. Holding her clutch purse, just big enough for lipstick and a credit card, she scanned the room for Cece or Raine. She’d only met the girls briefly and was terrible with faces, so she looked for a mass of shiny black hair, or a tiny girl with a huge smile.
For once, Cece had managed to get to her destination on time - in fact, she was early. Her helpful friendship with the barstaff meant she already knew that neither Raine nor Shy had arrived yet, and so she toyed with her drink absent-mindedly. She’d heard so much about Shy from Adam that it felt strange that she had only had a brief conversation with the other girl. Still, she had promised that she was up for a crazy time, and that was something Cece could get behind.
Seeing a familiar looking face hesitating just by the cloakroom, Cece slipped off her leather jacket and headed in that direction. Shy looked good, in an intimidating kind of way, and Cece touched her lightly on the arm to get her attention. “Hey, Shy? How are you doing?” She smiled broadly, the prospect of a girl’s night seeming more appealing now she wasn’t in the club, sober and alone. “You want a drink?”