Every Friday night, Shane and her friends—mostly Alice and Dana—would hit the nearest and most crowded gay club. The only issue was that it was always the same faces, the same women Shane had already been with. It was starting to feel stale, predictable. There was no thrill in going back to someone she’d already known. Shane preferred to try a little of everything—something new every time.

She was leaning back on the small leather couch at their table, listening as Alice went on about how they needed to find Dana a girlfriend, as she hadn’t had any luck with women. But Shane’s attention was elsewhere, fixated on someone—a girl, really, with a pretty face and, most importantly, a new one, out on the dance floor. Was she into chicks? Shane would find out.

Her chance came when the girl leaned over to whisper something to her friend and then made her way over to the other side of the bar.

“I’ll be right back, ladies,” Shane told her friends, before heading to where the girl was studying the menu. Leaning casually against the bar next to her, she pointed to one of the cocktails on the list. “You should go for this one,” she said, catching the girl’s attention. She looked over, a bit confused, making Shane’s smile widen even more. “Hey.”