As she reached to put another box on the top shelf, Wrenn groaned. Her back was killing her from the repetitive bend, pick up, and stretch. She was stocking boxes of off-brand laundry detergent that rarely got sold. Of course, this detergent just had to be on the top shelf. She stopped for a second to rub her aching muscles, rolling her right shoulder as she rubbed it with her left hand, then repeating on her left shoulder. After she tended to those muscles, she lifter her arms above her head, grasping her right wrist with the left, then stretched, sucessfully cracking her back. The loud crack echoed through the deserted aisle, along with the happy moan that followed.
"Mmm... Much better." She mumbled to herself before bending over and picking up another 10 pound box of detergent. "Just two more hours..."
Her shift at Stop 'N' Go convinience store ended at 12 A.M, and she had to close up. She always had the closing shift because she couldn't deal with people, and no one ever came in at night. And if they did, they would just have to deal with the cashier, anyway. She was the stocker girl. At least, that's what her boss called her. The middle aged, overweight, balding man with no more than a highschool degree, if that, didn't remember names too well.
She made sure no one was left wandering the store, checked the alarms, and then locked the front doors before leaving. As she exited the store, she took off her smock, and put it in her backpack, taking out her worn leather jacket and slipping it on over her white tank top. It was a chilly night.
The walk home was long, but she wasn't going there anyway. There was no way she was going to go home. Not on a Friday night. Her destination was only a few blocks away, and she was getting more excited by the minute. As she neared the small building, she felt the tremors in the ground from the loud techno music inside. The large neon light on top of the building flashed "Sally's" and the sign at the front door said "Friday Nights are Free Nights"
Sally's dance club was Wrenn's favorite. To anyone passing by, it looked like any other club. There was flashing lights, music, alcohol. The only difference was the complete scarcity of men. Sally's was owned and operated by females. Not just females, but lesbians. Wrenn felt right at home in this club, and went there every weekend. Friday was the best night; free was Wrenn's favorite price.
The door was being gaurded by a tall, muscular woman with buzzed hair, and more tattoos than Wrenn could count. She was wearing army boots, jeans, and a black t-shirt that had "SECURITY" written across the front in large white lettering. The scowl she sported spoke louder than words. She was purely business.
Wrenn walked up to the burly woman and smiled, stopping in front of her. "Hey, Mona. How's Cec?"
The woman looked down at Wrenn, who was just a few inches shorter than herself, and broke out into a full smile, melting away the indimidation that was there just a second ago. "Hey Wrenn. Cec is doing good. She's seven and a half months along now. Can you believe it? I'll be a mommy in just a month and a half. Don't know what I'm gonna do with that little bundle of trouble."
Wrenn laughed softly and shook her head. The woman was a lot softer than she appeared, and her childlike excitement filled her own heart with warmth. "That's amazing... You gotta bring me over to see him. Don't let me touch the poor thing, though. You don't want me dropping him, or anything."
"You got it, toots. Cecilia wouldn't let anyone touch him for the first few months... Maybe years, anyway. She's already planning his first birthday. She's really excited about the baby." She laughed, her face growing softer at the mention of her wife of five years.
"You two are going to make the best mommies." Wrenn teased, poking the taller woman in the stomach. Mona gently swatted Wrenn's hand away, and glanced behind the girl at the line that was starting to form, she stood back, and opened the door for the raven and red haired girl.
"G'wan in, now. Have some fun, and we'll talk later."
"Thanks, Mona. Tell Cec I said hi." Wrenn called back to the security gaurd as she entered the bar. The tall woman just waved to Wrenn and smiled before turning back to the crowd and resuming her strong stance, and putting back on her infamous scowl.
The music was almost deafening as she made her way through the hallway to the club, but she was used to it now, so she quickly adjusted to the extra decibals. She walked up to the bar, and waved to the bartender, who came over immediately. The girl behind the bar had short blonde hair that was styled into a fauxhawk, and light green eyes. She was wearing a white tank top, and torn jeans. She smiled as she approached Wrenn.
"What'll it be? The usual?" She shouted over the music. Wrenn simply nodded and smiled at the girl, who turned around and poured a tall glass of Captain Morgan's and Cola, added ice, then handed it over to Wrenn without even asking for an I.D. All of the employees at Sally's knew that Wrenn was underaged, but because she knew the owner, she got away with it. No one asked, and no one said anything. It worked out well for Wrenn.
She turned towards the dancefloor and leaned up against the bar, sipping her rum and coke as she scanned the crowd. So far, no one had caught her eye. Most of the people were regulars in their thirties and forties... and as much as Wrenn liked older women, she was looking for someone a little younger tonight. Besides, she knew all of the regulars, and they had too much of a friendly relationship to go any further.
She was about to give up and just spend her night chatting with old friends when she spotted a brunette sitting in one of the booths in the back of the room. She was alone, and much like Wrenn, she was scanning the crowds. Her straight, chestnut brown hair reached down to the middle of her back. She was wearing a black low-cut Metallica t-shirt, dark ripped jeans, army boots, and an array of chains and spiked accessories. She didn't look a day over eighteen, and Wrenn guessed that she had gotten in with a fake I.D. A rebel. Just how Wrenn liked them.
She gulped down the rest of her rum and coke and stood up straight, taking off her leather jacket and draping it over the back of her chair before straightening her white tank top and taking a deep breath. She made her way over to the brunette, and waited for the girl to notice her.
Almost instantly, the girl looked up and smiled at Wrenn, who smiled back. "Hey." Wrenn drawled, her posture and calm voice oozing confidence.
"Hey." The girl replied, raising an eyebrow at the taller girl standing in front of her.
"Care if I take a seat?" Wrenn asked, gesturing to the empty booth seat across from the brunette.
The brunette shook her head. "Not at all. Go ahead." She said, watching Wrenn intently as she sat down.
"I haven't seen you here before... And I come here a lot." The raven and red haired girl stated, trying to get the conversation going.
"This is my first time. I'm kind of new to the lesbian scene." The brunette replied, shifting a little bit in her seat.
Wrenn raised an eyebrow and looked at the girl for a few seconds before replying. "Let me guess... You're curious, and you have a boyfriend... But you want a little more? Am I warm?"
The brunette blushed and looked down at the table where her hands were folded, then sighed. "You're good at this. Met a lot of confused girls?"
With a shrug, Wrenn smirked. "I've helped a lot of confused girls find out what they really want."
The brunette looked up at Wrenn, her eyebrows raised in slight shock. "So you don't care that I'm a 'straight' girl with a boyfriend?"
"I'm not looking for a relationship. I don't care if you have five boyfriends, and two girlfriends on the side." Wrenn laughed. "If you want to have some fun... Okay. I'm all for it. It's your choice, your relationships. As long as you don't want any lovey dovey shit from me, then we can do whatever you want, whenever you want."
The girl's face turned lobster red, and she choked on air at Wrenn's bluntness. Wrenn chucked and waited for her to catch her breath, then smirked, leaning back slightly and lacing her fingers behind her head. "So?" She asked, waiting paitiently for the girl's reply.
"I'm Robyn... Show me what you got." She timidly answered.
The raven and red haired girl got up, and took Robyn's hand, gently pulling her up, and led her towards the exit. "Wrenn."
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