"How do you do that," I asked.

"Do what?"

"Make girls, gay and straight, flush with just a wink and a couple words?"

"I’ve been told it’s my deep and sensual voice. You used to be able to do it too Porter. We were both hot commodities when you first moved here. We had women throwing themselves at us left and right, that was until you met Jodi, she drained you."

"I don’t wanna talk about her Shane."

"I saw her carrying clothes out of the house earlier. Are you sure you don’t wanna talk about it?"

"What’s to say," I asked, the bartender gave me another drink, "you guys were right. She was no good for me, she cheated on me, multiple times. And now, now I don’t think I’ll be able to get this baby and that’s the only thing that hurts the most."

"Hey, it’s ok, don’t worry," she said rubbing my back as a few tears slipped down my face.

"Shane this girl isn’t going to pick me. I’m fucked! I’m a single lesbian, she won’t pick me."

"You’re not giving yourself enough credit. Do you know how amazing you are?"

"Shane."

"Seriously Bette, you’re in your late twenties," she said and I rolled my eyes, "hear me out! You’re in your late twenties and you’ve accomplished so much! You worked in film, and you’re an artist who’s had her work shown internationally, you are really well off, AND you’ve got the biggest heart anyone’s ever seen."

"I don’t think that will account for much."

"Ok, we’ll talk when you’re more clear minded."

We then kept on drinking, I had never drank so much. We were laughing with the bartender and other patrons. I was beginning to forget why I had been there in the first place. Shane and I were working our magic on a couple of women there. This was what I was missing. Freedom. Air. It was starting to get late and everything was starting to blur and get a little hazy.

******

I woke with a blurry and dizzy start. I smacked my lips feeling the cottonmouth. My body was so tired still and my head ached so bad. I was hanging partially off of a bed. I started to lift my head but the weight was too great. I flipped over and I could feel the a cool breeze come over my body, fuck, I’m naked, I thought looking down my body. I saw a hand over my leg as I sat up. My head was at the foot of the bed, and I saw bed sheets tossed about. Fuck. I saw a disheveled head of light brown hair. Fuck. I slid out of bed and went on a hunt for my clothes. I found them one by one around the strange room, I faintly heard the tide from the beach.