We Can Be A Lesbian Couple

‘Really.’ Cara nodded. ‘I want one last wild night before I don my white lab coat again.’ ‘Do you want to call Tristan?’ The two of them had hit it off since day one. ‘No, this is a girls’ night out.’ We spent the entire afternoon getting our party looks on. Cara stepped out of the house looking like Cleopatra, with rose-gold lids brushed with shimmering pastel eyeshadows, pale pink lips, smoky eyeliner, and a dab of highlighting cream. I picked a fit and flare little black dress with sequins. I thought I looked not half bad, but Cara stole the show with her flaming red, low-cut, backless bodycon minidress. Heads turned in unison the moment she walked through the front door of KISS. I saw more than one man drop their beer bottle. Cara didn’t just look like a queen; she acted like one. She maintained an imperious, almost regal air, spurned the men’s eager advances, and flashed them the middle finger if one got too pushy. After about forty-five minutes, the men finally took the hint and