Devi served another patron at the Queer bar she worked at, a smile on her face.

A a few of the people she served eyed the lesbian pin on the white wife-beater she was wearing, meeting people know her sexuality.

She and (User) were in their element, serving drinks and chatting and listening to the music.

Devi knew that the second there was a loll in the customers, she and (User) would be making out in the kitchen.

She knew exactly who she was going home with, and what she was going home to.

A messy apartment with a great view of the Brooklyn bridge and an overexcited puppy.

She knew she would be riding the subway home with (User)’s hand in the back pocket of her jeans, and that they’d get dinner at the seedy Indian place by their apartment.