Her laugh broke the silence in a small, darkened room. There
were murmurs and stares as she continued to laugh in a flirtatious manner to a
blushing female sitting next to her. The two women were the only ones in the
restaurant that late in the night, drinking wine as red as the crimson lipstick
on the bartender’s lips.
Her dyed red hair had natural waves that fell down her open
back dress, revealing a small birthmark on her right shoulder. Lucy. Lucy with
a flirtatious laugh that could confuse even the most confident of men. That
laugh did wonders on her female counterpart, whose pale cheeks blushed and the
laughing response.
“It was just a question!” she cried out in attempt to cover
for her growing embarrassment. She hadn’t meant to make Lucy laugh, or perhaps
she had feared that she wouldn’t make Lucy laugh. Her embarrassed grin made
Lucy’s laughter louder, while her hand reached out to ever so slightly touch
her arm.
“I haven’t been asked that question in a long time,” Lucy
replied, with giggles spilling out of her mouth between words.
Lucy had just met her, really. It wasn’t a bar that either
women frequented, or one where either expected to meet other females. Andrea
wasn’t exactly feminine looking when she initially approached Lucy and offered
to buy her a drink, which had turned into several drinks and the slow
progression of others leaving the bar as the night got later. Andrea had a
feminine body, hidden beneath slacks and a tailored shirt, buttoned up to the
neck. Her hair was dark and cut short, but there was no mistaking her face for
anything but that of a woman.
The clock on the wall showed that it was just a few minutes
before two am, and the bar had long been quiet with only the whispers between
Andrea and Lucy. The bartender had taken up washing glasses, wiping down empty
tables, and cleaning up for the night. The women barely noticed, too caught up
in their own conversation to care about their surroundings.
It wasn’t until the bartender purposefully cleared his
throat that the women realized the time, and Andrea made the bold decision to
ask Lucy to go home with her. It was a decision fueled by the wine that had
surely made its way to her head, and at the time it had felt right. The
laughter is what worried Andrea.
It was the gentle touch of Lucy’s hand against Andrea’s arm
that knew she shouldn’t be embarrassed, but there was always a fear when
speaking to women that perhaps she’s not into women.
Andrea let out a barely audible giggle as she paid the
bartender, and stood up next to Lucy. Lucy was fiddling with a compact and a
tube of lipstick, as if she had a need to suddenly reapply the long since worn
off lipstick. Andrea’s giggle turned into a laugh, as Lucy quickly and not so
discreetly ran fingers through her own hair as if to straighten it out.
The two walked slowly into the cool air outside the bar,
Andrea’s hand placed gently on the small of Lucy’s back, their destination in
mind, and their minds racing in anticipation.
Total word count: 541
I haven't done any creative writing based off a prompt in a while. It was interesting to feel the story just flow out of my mind and onto my keyboard. I'm looking forward to doing more!
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