Chapter One – Another Friday night.

Chloe pressed her lips together, staring blankly into her reflection. It was just another Friday night. Her cell buzzed on the sideboard showing a message from her friend Aubrey.
It's Friday! Usual spot at 10pm, don't be late! Aubrey xx
Chloe sighed as she pulled on her heels, knowing it would be the same result as every other week. She got hit on by every guy that breathed the same air in that club but she had known for several years that she was gay. Aubrey shut the idea down quicker than she could finish her sentence the day Chloe had opened up to her. So every Friday she put herself through the routine of showing up at the club to dance with guys Aubrey would throw at her and consume enough alcohol to pretend she was enjoying herself.

9:59 pm Chloe got out of the cab and saw Aubrey in the usual spot just a block down from the club.
"Hey Chlo, are you ready for a big night? Hopefully Sebastian is here again this week; he was such a great dance partner last time." Aubrey gave her million dollar smile as she approached the bouncer.
"Evening ladies, right on time as always." Owen returned the smile, winking at Chloe. He had pulled his knuckles on a few jerks for trying to get the redhead to take a cab back to their place. On rare occasions when she drank far too much, he would scoop her up from the gutter and drive her home so she'd be safe.

"Two vodka cranberries, no ice please," Aubrey shouted over the bar. The tall bartender nodded and poured out the drinks, serving them out then exchanged cash with the blonde nodding again.
"Here's to Fridays and to whoever is lucky enough to dance with us tonight," Aubrey clicked her glass with Chloe's and both girls took a sip. She scanned the room and smiled as Sebastian made his way over.
"Ladies, looking hot enough to burn the dance floor. Are those new shoes?" He kissed both girls on the cheek and stood beside Chloe. Aubrey locked eyes with a guy close by and ventured over beginning to dance with him.
"How is it so easy for her? She could have any guy she wants and yet I still can't find a girl to even kiss me." Chloe pouted and sipped her drink.
"Oh honey, Aubrey is a doll but you've got heart and you shouldn't waste it on a girl who isn't going to respect it. Let the man magnet have her fun, she seems to already be giving her number out and it's not even eleven o'clock." They giggled as the blonde placed her number in yet another guy's phone.
"You're gay, how do you get the vibe when someone's gay?" Chloe asked.
"Chlo baby, gay men are an entire different species. Majority just throw themselves out there and those who don't are just waiting for someone to open the closet door. Speaking of closet, I'm going to check out Mr striped shirt over there." Sebastian walked away and Chloe was left on the stool to finish her drink.

After several vodka cranberries and dancing with five men who couldn't keep their hands off her ass, Chloe retreated to the bathroom. She fixed her makeup and hair so she hopefully wouldn't look half as drunk as she felt. She walked out the bathroom door and began to cross the back of the dance floor when something caught her eye. A flash of silver flickered and Chloe looked closer at the DJ. A small brunette stood there adjusting her headphones which almost looked too big for her. She was so focused on her laptop and adjusting the bars on the deck that she didn't notice Chloe standing less than five metres from her with her mouth hanging open. Two hands pulled Chloe from behind startling the redhead as she broke out of her daze.
"There you are; I thought you left me all alone!" Aubrey shouted over the music.
"You weren't exactly alone and by the looks of it muscle man over there has kept you company in my absence."
"Don't be such a party drowning sad face Chloe! Lighten the hell up!" Aubrey left to continue dancing with the muscle guy. Chloe made her way over to the bar and slammed down two shots.
"Hey there, is everything alright? Had a bad week or something by the looks of it?" Chloe turned her head to see a girl with a sleeve of tattoos sitting beside her. She was dressed in a loose tank with her bra visible on the sides revealing her small frame. Her bleach blonde hair pulled up in a scarf decorated with skulls to match the stretchers in both ears.
"Just a typical Friday night for me, this is my stool where I consume enough alcohol to forget that I must be the only gay woman who can't find anyone to even look at me."
"Well you have no problem in the looks department, maybe you just need to be more out there and find some gay friends to hang out with. There's plenty of us around." The blonde smiled as another woman curled her body into hers from behind. The woman had black short hair and wore a fitted business shirt with a bow tie.
"Us?" Chloe asked.
"This is my girlfriend Zara and I'm Alessandra, Less for short though." The black haired girl extended one hand from her girlfriend's stomach to shake Chloe's.
"Nice to meet you both, I'm Chloe."
"Chloe is having the I'm-the-only-lesbian-in-here problem," said the blonde to her girlfriend.
"Oh, we all go through that one babe, don't worry. It took me six months to figure this one out," Zara said as she motioned to Less. "Served me one hundred and ninety six cups of coffee before I asked her on a date."
"You counted?" Chloe asked surprised.
"She remembers everything and she's really good at maths, I think it's cute." The blonde turned and smiled at Zara.
"So what brings you here every Friday night then?" Zara questioned.
Chloe motioned her head to Aubrey who was grinding her body into muscle man as they danced together. "That is my best friend. That is the girl who refuses to believe I am gay and throws multiple men at me every Friday night in hopes that their good looks and charm will lure me from the dark side."
"What! And you're still friends with her why?" Less had a look on her face that spelt complete disgust.
"She's my best friend, she was there for me through school and deep down she's a good spirit. She just doesn't like the idea of me being gay I guess. Anyway, what brings you girls here tonight?" Chloe asked.
"Our friend Beca is the new DJ here, we like her music so we followed her from our old club."
Chloe's eyes lit up. "Yeah, I noticed her before. She's really…"
"Hot," Less interrupted. "It's okay, we all thought it when she first started hanging with us. She's glued to that laptop most of the time but she's really awesome."
"Her girlfriend isn't. That girl makes me want to bang my head against a wall," Zara added.
"She has a girlfriend?" The redheads face fell.
"Unfortunately, her name is Lola," Zara announced, "some dimwit blonde who is more interested in shoes, cars and men. She flirts her ass off with the male barista every morning right in front of Beca, she assumes she's too zoned in on her mixes to notice."
"That's horrible, how could you treat someone like that. Why is she still with her?" Chloe asked.
Less shrugged, "She keeps her relationship details to herself; pretty closed off about it all but we can see she isn't happy. We try to convince her to break up but she won't budge."
"Maybe one day she'll come to her senses. So Chloe, come for coffee and breakfast sometime. We have a group of friends who meet a few times a week, maybe you can help me bat Lola on the head with a spoon." Zara was met with a swat on the arm from Less.
"We better go babe, you have an early start tomorrow." Less stood up and held Zara's hand.
"It was really nice to meet you, I'll bring my spoon next time," Chloe laughed.
The three girls exchanged numbers and walked out of the club together saying goodbyes. Owen ushered Chloe into a cab and she lied back in the chair comfortably. As she stumbled into her apartment she suddenly remembered, Aubrey!