It probably shouldn’t be weird – meeting up with your girlfriend’s sister alone for the first time in ages. She can’t be sure, Sam’s her first proper girlfriend after all so she hasn’t really got any experience to compare to, but she figures she probably shouldn’t feel nervous about it.
Or maybe this is normal! The nerves, and the putting it off, and maybe definitely using her job as an excuse. Wouldn’t that be nice? To be normal and not an emotionally immature scaredy cat. Yeah, she’s definitely going with normal.
But tonight, she’s decided she’s going to be brave. Sammy’s off somewhere (probably paw patrolling, she thinks), Stacey’s stilling alone at the bar, and Bea is still reeling with adrenaline and confidence from landing the perfect dirty dancing lift. It’s the perfect moment, and seeing as those are so rare in life, she figures she’s got no choice but to take it.
“Hey,” Bea says as she approaches the younger blonde, a cheerful smile playing on her lips, “fancy joining me for a drink or something?”
BOTB sucked. This was the new musing in Stacey’s mind recently. It sucked big time. It was always a fun time to watch the girls perform, to support the Warblettes, but not anymore. There was no Mae now, the main reason Stacey kept coming since her breakup with Rowan. And then there was no support for Rowan. Were they friends? Maybe. But not good enough for Stacey to cheer her on at BOTB. For the first time ever, she was going neutral.
Wanting to drown her sorrows, in cola, Stacey had picked a fairly quiet part of the bar and sat herself down. She’d said hello to the familiar faces like she always did, but wasn’t really in much of a chatty mood. After taking only a few sips from her drink, Stacey decided that she’d much rather be back at home in her pyjamas watching something on Netflix. She finished off what she was drinking and turned to look at the crowd, scanning to find Sam and tell her that she was leaving so she wouldn’t worry later on.
That’s when she noticed Bea approaching her. Stacey offered her a small smile and was about to ask her if she knew where her sister was but she was cut off. Pausing as she listened to Bea’s request, she sighed internally. She could always tell the truth, Bea wouldn’t mind right? But Stacey wasn’t like that. One more drink wouldn’t hurt.
“Oh... Sure.” Stacey replied with another small smile and a little shrug. “What you drinking?” She asked as she turned herself more towards the bar. “I think I owe you one.”