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Renee Gafford tapped on the front door of her girlfriend’s house and sighed nervously. Whatever plans Jessie had cooked up would probably crash, knowing Renee’s recent luck, but it was the thought that counted. Besides, a few icy margaritas sounded pretty good.
She shoved a mint in her mouth. The porch light flashed her reflection on the glass storm door. She checked her perm for any strays, too much flatness, too much poofiness or foreign objects. Just a little on the flat side thanks to the Pensacola humidity, Renee’s hair needed fluffing. She also hung her sandy bangs over her left eye. She did look pretty damn good. Surely some guy out there would at least ogle her. In case that didn’t do the trick, she also adjusted her girls. Not many men could resist a peek at her cleavage, ready to burst out of the low-cut dress. At least until their eyes roved off to some stick-figure blonde.
The door creaked open and Jessie Valencia charged out to her and attacked with a larger than life hug. “Oh…I’ve missed you so much, girl!”
Jessie’s dark curls itched Renee’s nose as they embraced. Blowing them off of her cheek, Renee said, “It’s great to see you, too.”
“Get in here. We’ve got to get this party started.” Jessie locked fingers with her and tugged her through the entryway. Their high heels clicked across the tile. “What are you drinking?”
Renee failed to remember if Jessie could mix a good margarita. If the tequila overpowered the orange liqueur, it resulted in just a plain old horrible drink. She didn’t typically nitpick cocktails, but the margarita, in all its complexity, deserved a caring bartender—like a hot-blooded woman deserved a passionate lover. “I’ll have some white wine if you’ve got it.”
Air conditioning swept away the clammy feeling on Renee’s skin. A Lady Gaga video played on the big-screen HDTV that dominated one wall. The low volume provided a nice rhythm and ambience to chat. A glossy bar with lighted shelves greeted them as they cut around the corner into the living room. “Nice,” Renee commented, nodding with pronounced satisfaction.
“Thanks,” Jessie said, releasing her grasp. “When I started going out more, I thought I might like to have an appetiser in the quiet of my own place before I hit the scene. It’s been great for that and after the clubs close.” She whipped around the bar, stopped suddenly and checked out Renee from head to toe.