The next morning at 10am Brenna was sitting at the bar drinking her coffee. She looked at her watch. Brenna had arranged a meeting with an interior designer about changing the club’s look. It hadn’t changed in 20 years and she thought it was time to modernise the décor. She made it clear the type of club she owned and that they send someone appropriately.
Someone then walked through the door and took off their sunglasses. She introduced herself as Laura Jones and was here to look things over. Brenna smiled, because not only was the woman without a doubt gay, she was attractive and sophisticated looking. Her fashion style brown hipster slacks and short sleeve shirt that was tightly holding back her breasts.
“Brenna O’Toole” said Laura.
“Umm yeah sorry” blushing at being caught out “so this is my place and I want it updated, now I have looked at other clubs in the area and well... I’m not big into themes, but I’m happy for some display of stereotyping.”
“I understand exactly because of the type of clientele. Lesbians want to come to a place where they can be immersed in their own culture, feel that they can be themselves and not be judged. Colours that is not overly feminine or masculine. I have a few ideas I can show you on my laptop” Laura pauses “and for some reason you are looking at me strangely.”
Brenna laughed “hey you rolled the word lesbian straight off the tongue like it was an everyday word, I’m already interested.”
“Rolled off my tongue?” laughed Laura.
“Oh crap that sounded bad” they both laughed at the awkwardness.
“No... its ok. So why don’t we go have a chat. Let me take you out for coffee”
Over coffee they discussed colours and pictures, drawing and once back at the club Laura suggested that purchasing of a pool table would help get in the older generation back.
“I think you find a lot of older lesbians would prefer a drink, listening to jukebox and playing some pool early on in the week. No doof doof music”
Brenna laughed “doof doof”
Laura nodded “I’m sorry, I just not a fan of repetitive, loud, doof. It gives me a headache”
“Yeah it gives me a headache too, but the younger generation is my biggest clientele so it’s what I cater for.”
“Yeah I know, that’s why I stopped coming here” then Laura closed her eyes “I mean-”
Brenna smiled “When did you come, or should I say stop?”
“Umm about 8 years ago. I’m pushing 40... So yeah, it would be around that time”
“Because of the dance music?”
“Umm somewhat, as well as a few other things. I’m getting off track so let’s head to the dance floor. Now I suggest pulling this up and place down a new surface, the wood is harder, pretty resilient and will last longer. The DJ’s box really doesn’t need to be the focus part of the dance floor. It takes up too much room. I suggest you put it in that corner. It’s away from the floor and will give you more room, for more people”
“Gee I don’t know, Sonny doesn’t like anyone touching her work space...”
“Sonny... Sonny Miller, is she still working here?”
“Yes I am and you do not go near my work space, who ever the hell you are” growls Sonny from behind Brenna.
Brenna turned around “hey be nice.” She faces Laura “I’m sorry, she isn’t a morning person.”
The two girls’ eye each other off. The tension was thick, amusing Brenna who was caught between them. “Ok... We aren’t looking at making any changes to your pen Sonny so relax, deep breaths and go grab a coffee or something”
Sonny didn’t move. Something about Laura bugged her, and Laura’s eyes didn’t break from Sonny.
“Ok Laura lets go outside to see what you think about renovating.”
Laura headed off and Brenna leant over bar “what’s up your crotch this morning?” growled Brenna.
“Why do you want to change this place? There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“Just a little redecorating, it’s none your business and I’d appreciate you not biting off her head”
“She can handle it, she’s a business dyke. I’m sure she has broad corporate shoulders.”
Brenna couldn’t get over Sonny’s instant dislike of Laura. “Sonny, go home and get some rest.”
Sonny heads off “my box... Is it going to be moved?”
“Sonny I will not be making any decisions without speaking to you first so will you just go already.”
Brenna bought out two soft drinks and listened to Laura talk. She sat down and watched Laura’s animations of improving the scenery and was captivated. She had stopped listening and instead was just checking out Laura body and wondered if she possibly had any tattoos.
“Umm I’ve lost you again haven’t I?” spoke up Laura.
“What? umm no I was just admiring...”
They both laughed and Laura sat down “I’m sorry I am really nervous about this, so if I’m rambling please.”
“No you are doing fine Laura, why are you nervous?”
“I guess you’re a little intimating...”
“Me?? No way... What gave you that idea?”
“Well you probably don’t remember, and I don’t expect you to, but 9 years ago you escorted me, well no, you dragged me from this club and dropped me on the sidewalk along with my girlfriend.”
Brenna face went like stone, trying to retrace that moment “Ummm I guess I’m sorry.”
“No... no you were right, it was my fault. I haven’t forgotten how strong you were though. It was kinda a turn on, once I got over being angry.”
“Your girlfriend”
“Ex actually”
“Ahhhh. Well what was the reason?”
“I punched Sonny”
Brenna was trying to recollect but still couldn’t place the face. “Ok... Then all I can ask is what did she do?” and she laughs nervously.
Most times when Sonny was in trouble it was her own doing, but Brenna always stood up for her staff regardless and violence was not tolerated.
“She was coming onto my girlfriend, I didn’t like it so I punched her” Laura groaned. “I wanted to be honest in case you were wondering where you had seen my face.”
Brenna laughed “I’m sorry honey I don’t remember you, but you know it’s in the past so let’s leave it at that. So can we get on with it, I don’t want my club shut on Thursdays to Saturday they are my biggest trading days.
Before Laura left... “So are you in any partnerships?” and looks around for a name above the bar.
Brenna knew the subtly of her question “no... no partnerships of any sort.”
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Within 3 days, the club had been repainted, the floor ripped up and replaced. Laura and Brenna stood looking at the DJ box.
“You want it moved, say the word. I can have my electrician down here in a couple hours and have it moved and rewired.”
“Look I appreciate that Laura, but to Sonny this is her world and I don’t want to upset the woman that keeps my patrons coming back”
“She still rules this place huh?” asked Laura, rather out of turn.
“No she does not” bit back Brenna “she may think she does... But at the end of the day all decisions are made by me.”
“Yes I understand” Laura walked off with her tail between her legs.