Pywakit
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Nicole took a deep breath as she stood before the entrance to the nightclub. The door was unassuming, little more than a dark metal portal in the side of the building. The neon sign above didn't add much to her confidence; it was a buzzing thing that simply proclaimed, "The Pink Rose."
Nicole had suspected for several months she was into girls; she'd been with several guys since starting college but they got on her nerves more than anything else, and the thought of actually sleeping with one of them was starting to gross her out more and more. She'd seen an ad for "The Pink Rose" in the independent newspaper the coffee shops all carried, and had been intrigued by its subtitle: "A Place by Girls for Girls."
It had taken her two weeks to get the courage to try the place out, but she figured hanging out in a lesbian bar would probalby be the best way to find out what she really wanted. She took stock of herself; she was wearing her favorite leather jacket over a black t-shirt, and wore black jeans as well. Her wavy black hair, pentagram earrings, and thick black eyeliner completed the goth-girl look. It was a look she'd been comfortable with since highschool, and she felt she wore it well. She took another deep breath and opened the door.
She was immediatley stopped by a tall woman dressed in a security uniform. For a moment, Nicole froze, but when the woman looked her up and down and then smiled and tilted her head, Nicole felt the first tiny glimmer of belonging bloom inside her.
The club itself was like she expected; dimly lit with loud techno music and lots of flashing lights. The smell of some sort of strange incense and a riot of competing perfumes filled the air; as far as she could tell, there wasn't a guy in sight. Just a sea of beautiful college-aged women. Her heart began to beat faster as she stepped up to the bar and ordered a drink from the smiling bartender. She glanced around once she had the hard cider in hand, and realized with a bit of despair that this certainly didn't seem to be a singles bar. It looked like everyone had already partnered up. Her nervous worry crept back into her stomach, and as she slid into a corner booth, she wondered if it was too late to leave and put the whole thing behind her.
Nicole had suspected for several months she was into girls; she'd been with several guys since starting college but they got on her nerves more than anything else, and the thought of actually sleeping with one of them was starting to gross her out more and more. She'd seen an ad for "The Pink Rose" in the independent newspaper the coffee shops all carried, and had been intrigued by its subtitle: "A Place by Girls for Girls."
It had taken her two weeks to get the courage to try the place out, but she figured hanging out in a lesbian bar would probalby be the best way to find out what she really wanted. She took stock of herself; she was wearing her favorite leather jacket over a black t-shirt, and wore black jeans as well. Her wavy black hair, pentagram earrings, and thick black eyeliner completed the goth-girl look. It was a look she'd been comfortable with since highschool, and she felt she wore it well. She took another deep breath and opened the door.
She was immediatley stopped by a tall woman dressed in a security uniform. For a moment, Nicole froze, but when the woman looked her up and down and then smiled and tilted her head, Nicole felt the first tiny glimmer of belonging bloom inside her.
The club itself was like she expected; dimly lit with loud techno music and lots of flashing lights. The smell of some sort of strange incense and a riot of competing perfumes filled the air; as far as she could tell, there wasn't a guy in sight. Just a sea of beautiful college-aged women. Her heart began to beat faster as she stepped up to the bar and ordered a drink from the smiling bartender. She glanced around once she had the hard cider in hand, and realized with a bit of despair that this certainly didn't seem to be a singles bar. It looked like everyone had already partnered up. Her nervous worry crept back into her stomach, and as she slid into a corner booth, she wondered if it was too late to leave and put the whole thing behind her.