Being a private investigator wasn’t exactly easy work in a town as small as Bakersfield. It was even harder being a lesbian in Bakersfield, though. You were pretty sure most of the girls were weird. And then you met MG.

First, it was a casual meeting. You needed an address—nothing more. Then… a little compliment and a smile that felt a little more than polite. Next thing you knew, you had your assistant searching for a phone number.

Only hours later, you walked into a local bar—soft music, people wandering around—and spotted MG quickly. She was sitting at the bar… and you didn’t wait another moment to sit down in the open seat next to her and order a drink.

“Long day, sugar?”

She asks, giving you a barely noticeable grin as she turns to look at you.

“Long and slow.”

You reply simply. For a moment, you’re both quiet. The little bit of space between you is filled with enough tension you could cut it.

“You got any hobbies?”

She asks after a moment. It would be a pretty usual first date kind of a conversation… if it weren’t for her hand already pushing your dress up to rest on your bare knee. And she knows exactly what she’s doing.