All the Wrong Places by Karin Kallmaker

Author:Karin Kallmaker [Kallmaker, Karin]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Lesbian, Contemporary, Romance
ISBN: 9781931513760
Google: _7olAQAACAAJ
Amazon: 1931513767
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2004-09-02T00:00:00+00:00

"They don't drink, so why should I care what they want to dance to?"

"They have to drink something, and something is better than nothing. I'll tell Trevor it's a well-known fact that dyke moms don't drink, and you did well to sell ice to the Eskimos. But they won't hang around if you don't turn the volume down so they can hear themselves talk, and pick some music they can dance to."

"What? Like the, uh, Beach-a Boys?"

"Yeah, like that. Put on 'Surfin' Safari' and suggest how good an ice-cold light beer would taste right now."

He snapped open his paper as if he was going back to reading, then he threw the paper on the floor. "Fine. Have it your way. Soon we will have nothing but the, uh, flower power crowd and we'll add prune juice to the daily special."

"They'll only be here a week, Emilio. I know you can dance their butts off the floor, too. Queue up five and offer to swing— dykes love queens. You'll be the belle of the ball, trust me."

He gave me a scathing look, but his hands were already flitting over the console. Moments later Lou Vega mellowed the room with "Mambo #5" and there was an audible cheer from the other side of the door. I bowed deeply to Emilio's good taste and hid my smile that he was peeking at the women. He'd be on the floor if any of them looked like they'd dance.

There was applause as I emerged from the booth, led by Celine.

"Please, please," I said, in my best Thanking the Little People manner. "No need to worship the ground I walk on."

"Thank you!" Celine was already moving in rhythm, and several couples were bouncing on their toes, evaluating the room's energy. I didn't realize Celine had moved closer until her mouth was on mine for a firm, not entirely tongue-free kiss.

"Oh!" I couldn't have sounded more gauche, so I tried to cover it by adding, "You like me, you really, really like me."

"That I do," she answered. "There's a whole group that wasn't ready to go to bed yet."

"Me, I'm about to drop," I said hastily. "I didn't sleep much last night."

"Neither did I. I'm not sure I'll sleep well tonight either." She made what I took to be a nod in the direction of one of the LOVE organizers.

"Enjoy," I said without any rancor. "I need to go talk to the bar manager." Last night had been fabulous. Maybe in a few days I'd feel differently about repeating it. Right then, all I wanted was my bed, alone.

Okay, if Tess had been there, asking me to make love to her, that would have been pretty good, too.

I made my way to the bar and told Trevor, the bar manager, that he might do well to run beer pitchers on some sort of special and get some baskets of tortilla chips into the disco.

"You think that'll work? Last night things moved okay, but tonight it was like booze was poison.

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