"This is exactly what you need to help you get over Champ!" Wynonna informed her as they stood in line for the club. "You need to get out and have a good time - forget about Mr. Rodeo."

"I was working on getting over him, that's what I was doing when you barged in." Waverly rolled her eyes - she and Wynonna obviously had very different ideas of a 'good time'.

"You had a book and a cup of tea; how was that going to help you get over a breakup?"

"I was enjoying what Champ couldn't offer me, like sophistication and a chance to learn something about the ancient Egyptians." She laughed at her own joke and shuffled forward as the line moved up.

"Yeah, pretty sure Champ wouldn't know anything about the Egyptians." Wynonna's head tilted to the side. "Actually I don't think I know anything about the ancient Egyptians either. But that's besides the point, Champ's dumb and you can do so much better."

"How many times do I have to tell you? Limited dating options."

"I know, I know. Small town with lots of Rev-heads. That's why we're here." She gestured to the non-descript building in front of them. "This the most hip club in the big city - lots of fresh meat."

"And that would be great if we could ever get in." The line in front of them was ridiculous and Waverly didn't see them getting through the door anytime soon.

"Watch this." Wynonna winked and drug Waverly forward, pushing through the crowd of people. She stopped in front of the bouncer and dropped Waverly's hand to lean forward conspiratorially.

"So, my sister here just went through a really bad breakup. Her boyfriend broke up with her over text message, can you believe that? We're here to dance the night away and make her forget about that douchebag, but that's not going to happen with this line. Is there anyway that you could help us with that?" Her eyelashes fluttered flirtatiously. "Please?"

"Two pretty ladies like you? I suppose I could go ahead and let you in." He unclipped the rope divider and winked at Wavelry. "If you need any help forgetting about that boyfriend, you know where to find me."

Wynonna pulled her through before she could respond, which was probably a good thing considering he might not have let them in after she said what she wanted to say.

The club was loud and dark, the only light coming from the flashing neon strobe lights on the dance floor. Not exactly what Waverly had had in mind for her night, but she supposed it would do. At least she was out of Purgatory for a bit, as much as she loved her little town, the place could be a bit suffocating at times. She tugged Wynonna down to yell in her ear.

"You know I broke up with Champ, right? No the other way around?"

"Yeah, but 'She finally realized her high school sweetheart is an dick and threw his ass to the curb' doesn't get you as much sympathy as 'He broke up with her over text message.' Now come on! Shots and then dancing!"

Waverly was having more fun than she would admit. Wynonna may have issues, but she certainly was a good time. She had no qualms about shaking her ass all over the dance floor, and she made sure her sister didn't either. Waverly didn't think she had danced this much in her life - outside of her apartment anyway- and it actually was pretty enjoyable.

There had been no shortage of male attention either, and while she wasn't exactly raring to get back out in the dating pool - or into bed with someone- , she couldn't deny that the attention felt nice. It was a relief to be out of Purgatory, to no longer be just another Earp whose family name put a severe damper on her prospects for a love life.

Wynonna was an unstoppable force fueled by whiskey, her stamina built up from years of bad decisions; but Waverly tired much more easily. The club scene in Purgatory was nonexistent, so she was more used to the laid back atmosphere of Shorty's bar, not to mention that she rarely went there when she wasn't working anyway. Besides, dancing made a girl thristy, and so Waverly found herself standing off to the side of the bar, nursing a glass of water as she watched the activity on the dance floor.

Suddenly, warm breath was on her ear and she tensed, waiting for the inevitable pick-up line.

"Okay, don't freak out, but there's a guy over there that keeps staring and you and to be honest, he seems a little creepy."

The woman's voice was barely loud enough for Waverly to hear over the din of the club, but she immediately began scanning the room for the stalker.

Sure enough, there was Champ in a crowd of his buddies; looking over at her with a nasty looking smirk on his face. She groaned loudly before turning to thank the kind stranger for the heads-up. Her eyes drifted up, up, up until they were met with what was quite possibly the most beautiful face she had ever see. The intended words died in her throat as she stared dumbly at the woman in front of her. Luckily, the woman didn't notice the stars in her eyes (or she was kind enough to ignore them), and smiled down at her, dimples popping in her cheeks.

"I take it you know him?" She bent down to yell the words in her ear, and Waverly found herself enveloped in the smell of her crisp perfume.

"Yeah, ex-boyfriend." she yelled back.

"Seems like a real charmer!"

Waverly rolled her eyes.

"Something like that!"

"Don't look now, but he's coming this way."

Waverly felt her shoulders drop. She was having such a good time and of course Champ had to ruin it.

"Do you wanna get outta here?" The stranger offered before hurriedly adding. "Just to get away from creeper over there."

"Yes! Please!"

She left her empty glass on the counter, and the stranger led her out of the back door of the club; one hand placed protectively on Waverly's back. The night air was refreshingly cool after the heat from the mass of bodies in the club, and her ears quickly adjusted to the quiet. But just when she thought they were home free, Champ's voice called out after them.

"Waverly!"

She turned to the kind stranger, eyes pleading.

"Can you do me a favor? To get rid of him?"

"Anything."

"Kiss me?"

Her buzz was long gone, so the only excuse for her sudden boldness was the intoxicating stare of those brown eyes. As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt a wave of nerves overtake her.

You can't just ask strangers to kiss you, Waverly, now she probably thinks you're crazy.

But then the stranger's lips were on hers and every thought of self-doubt fled her mind.

Wow.

Waverly had always thought that Champ was a pretty good kisser; but as it turned out, she was wrong.

Very, very wrong.

The helpful stranger used her body to press Waverly against the wall of the club, and she gasped, opening herself up to the taller girl's sweeping tongue. One hand on gripped tightly on Waverly's waist, and the other rested on the wall by her head. She quickly lost herself in the kiss, all coherent thought long gone.

She wasn't sure how long passed before Wynonna's voice interrupted her bliss.

"Babygirl! You out here?!"

The stranger pulled back, her face confused, and Waverly felt the need to explain.

"My sister."

"Ahh. Is she gonna kick my ass?"

There were those dimples again.

"Hey, what are you doing out here?"

Wynonna stopped in front of them, eyes darting back and forth between the two women.

"Champ decided to show up so she was helping me get rid of him."

"Who are you?" That was the ever eloquent Wynonna. But the stranger took it in stride, extending a hand to the elder Earp.

"I'm Nicole, Nicole Haught."

Wynonna eyed her suscpiciously but shook the offered hand.

"Thanks for helping my sister." She turned to Waverly. "Wave, we gotta go- Dolls called us in."

Normally, Waverly would be excited at the prospect of top secret Black Badge work, but she couldn't help but feel disappointed. She hadn't realized it until this very moment, but had been hoping to spend more time with Niocole, not chase down revenants. She turned to her knight in shining armor.

"Thank you, you saved me from a very uncomfortable encounter."

"My pleasure."

Those magnificent dimples made another appearance and Waverly felt her regret grow.

She didn't have time to dwell on it though, as she felt herself being dragged down the alley way towards the street.

"Wait, what's your name?" Nicole called out, smile still lighting her face.

"Waverly! Waverly Earp!"

"Have a good night, Waverly Earp!"

That drawl did things to her that she didn't really have time to analyze, and even as she was pushed into the driver's seat, she couldn't help but wonder where the night might have led if Wynonna hadn't showed up.

"You okay, babygirl?" Wynonna's voice broke through the silence of her musings.

"Yeah, yeah just rattled by seeing Champ. What did Dolls say?"

And just like that, the night moved on. Back to Purgatory. Away from pretty strangers.

But it was probably for the best, it wasn't like she'd ever see Nicole Haught again anyway.