"And then she says, 'I'm gonna steal it off you'!" Tara stated, finishing her recount of the day's events to her best friends, Jon and Bethany as they reclined in her comfortably decorated flat.
"You're kidding me!" said Beth, a petite woman in her late thirties with wild curly blonde hair and a thick jersey accent. "She actually said that?"
"What did you say?" asked Jon, a tall man built like a Viking with short cut blonde hair and a Cmdr. Riker style beard. He tugged at the bottom of his black t-shirt, stretching the material, a nervous habit.
"Nothing, I just stood there like an idiot," explained Tara as she handed Bethany a Corona from her fridge, before sitting down on her soft brown suede couch next to Jon. "I mean, what does someone say to that?"
"Maybe something like, 'only if I can have your pants'," Beth offered jokingly. Off of Tara's disapproving glance she added, "I mean, come on, T, she obviously wants you and by your description she's obviously hot... so why not have a little fun?"
"Because I don't think I'm into the kind of 'fun' she's interested in having," Tara replied, kicking her feet up onto one of the sofa's armrests and leaning back against Jon's side.
"Yeah," agreed the young man, shifting a little on the couch to accommodate Tara's maneuver, "she sounds kind of slut-y. Not that that's bad or anything. It's just... she sure did come on awful strong."
"Freakishly so," Tara concurred.
"T, tell me something," asked Beth, leaning forward, her elbows on her knees, "Are you or are you not a lesbian?"
"Well, duh," Tara answered.
"And when was the last time you had hot lesbian sex?" The curly-haired woman went on. Tara paused to think about it, biting her lip in contemplation. "Ah-HA!" Bethany barked. "The fact that you have to think about it is not a good sign. T, she's sexy and hot and wants you for a night... go have fun."
Tara sighed, rolling her eyes at her friendís comments. "Beth, I'm not interested in one night stands anymore. I mean, we all know that in college I was exactly the opposite... hell, I'm the only person I know who can honestly say, 'Cheerleading Squad? Yeah, I did that'. But it's like when I graduated, my diploma came with a fresh set of morals and a desire to have something real for once."
She quickly stood up from the couch and walked into her small kitchen, pulling out another Corona from the fridge and opening it with a crack before taking a long drink and leaning against the countertop in an almost defeatist manner.
Jon lumbered over and enveloped her small frame in a warm bear hug. Tara lent into him, comforted by his presence. Jon was the best male-friend she had ever had, like a big brother who she could always depend on to act as her strong shoulder to lean against whenever the need arose.
Beth walked over as well, and tapped Jon lightly on the shoulder indicating for him to step aside, which he did after a moment or two. The older woman took Tara by the hands and ducked her head so that she look up into the young blondeís eyes now shrouded by her long hair.
"I want you to find something real too," Beth said, ignoring the way their two beer bottles clinked as they held hands. "And maybe this girl could be it. She might have come on a little strong, but maybe that was because deep down she was nervous and trying to hide it. Ask her on a date and see what happens. If she just wants sex, turn her down and move on. But what if she wants more? Youíll never know unless you take that step."
Tara shook her head. "Trust me, I'd just be another notch on her bedpost. I've worked on a lot of shows with a lot of dancers and... they're just kind of sexual people. They always seem so comfortable in their own skin and so at home with their sensuality. I got the feeling that this girl, Willow, has a habit of... making conquests."
"You talk to the chick for all of five seconds and you've already classified her as some sort of female conquistador?" Beth questioned arguably.
"I just don't feel like falling in with her is a good idea," said Tara, "that's all."
"I think you should follow your instinct," agreed Jon. "Do what you think is best."
Beth sent an annoyed glance in Jon's direction before looking back at her best friend, "Do me a favor?" Tara looked at her expectantly. "Don't pass judgment just yet? Try to keep an open mind?"
Tara looked away and took another swig of beer before replying, "No guarantees."
The curly haired woman nodded, "I guess that's good enough." She clinked her bottle against Tara's one more time, "Cheers," she said, taking a smooth drink and then turning back to the living area. "So, are we gonna watch this movie, or what?"
Tara laughed and followed Beth back to the couches, Jon finally moving to join them after a moment. He really didn't feel like watching 'Thelma and Louise' for the hundredth time, but it's not like he had anything better to do on a Tuesday night.