Chapter II

If you ask Andrea why she goes to gay clubs with George, she would boldly admit that she's fascinated with how the LGBT community is with the dating pool. But to be honest, she had always thought that the way they do their moves are quite smooth compared to men which are entirely rough beings (no offense meant, pun intended)

She had always been fascinated with George's creativity and her judgment. Maybe in a way, George makes decisions in a male perspective yet with a stroke of women's thoughtfulness.

"Will you be okay for a while here?" George asked her from behind until they are arms length apart. "Jacob, will keep you company for a bit while I get my dose but if that's gon be a problem... "

"No, no. It's. Okay Geo, I'll be aye okay. Mr. Jacob the bartender and I will just get to know each other. Go on and make it fast. Quick." She smiled and so did her friend then turned around to leave.

The only problem that she's hoping she can avoid right now is people who are trying to hit on her. While she might like the environment of gay clubs, still you can't avoid instances of people still trying.

She's straight as hell and no one can ever change that, not that she had any doubt of it. She has a boyfriend, well , a fuck buddy. She refuse to use the word boyfriend with Dylan but when her mom would come to visit, she always end up boyfriending him.

So while she sits at the end of the bar, absentmindedly listening to Jacob's rants, her eyes are fixated to George who's dancing (grinding - to be exact) to some blonde. Come to think of all the girls she saw george with, most of them were blondes. Maybe she's got some sort of fetish with blondes, so why did she never hit on her?

It was almost 20 minutes when someone sat beside her and asked if she could buy her a drink.

"Sorry, but I've been spoken for." She said in the nicest possible way she can.

"Who? The girl you're with earlier? She's banging someone at the corner so..."

She raised her eyebrow looking at the girl who now moved closer to her.

"I... "

"Nice try, i know you're not with her. "

"Hey babe. Who's that?" And with that Andrea was able to breathe properly again. George saves the day, or the night rather. Well she always does that.

"Someone here doesn't believe you're my girlfriend "

"Maybe we should give her something to believe in." And here we go with the flirty-alcohol-driven Georgina.

"What--" but before she could finish anything the other girl was on her.

She was kissing her. It started soft and wet, and hot. That, she can admit . Then George started moving her lips, biting her upper lip and to her surprise she finds her self wanting to kiss back, and she did.

The other girl pulling her in, knowing exactly how to turn a girl on. And Andrea is fucking turned on right now, right there. She was even more turned on when she felt George's tongue asking for entrance so she opened her mouth for her.

The other girl left seeing them lip locking, tongue biting each other and that's when George pulled away.

"You know, for a straight girl you seem to enjoy that so much."

She was dumbfounded.

"You, wha, okay" she needs to compose herself.

"because let's face it, you did enjoy that. Are you sure you're straight?"

She tried to find the words fitting enough to satisfy George's gaze but no words came out.

"I guess that would be the first time you kissed a girl." And she laughed as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Andrea kissed a girl and she liked it." Jacob joining the conversation singing Katy Perry and George took it to tease Andrea more.

"Us girls we're magical, remember that." And with that she left her, going to the girl she was getting comfy with earlier to take her number. The girl gave George her sad face, probably because the other girl might've told her goodbye. She saw her gripping, and slipping a hand on her friend's flannel.

It didn't really last that long because she saw her friends kissed the girl's cheek and walked towards her. Her game-face is still on, flirt-game will not early end early tonight, she thought.

She saw George's dark image as she stood there.

"I guess, Perry was right. " she whispered as she looked at her friend coming near.

"Were you saying something, smug-face?"

"Remind me again why we're even friends?"