Holly wanted stir fry. Gail wanted tacos. The two were at an impasse, and they both knew it. They were not sure how to get passed it.

It was the women's first night hanging out together since they first met at a crime scene last week. As Gail told it, Holly had sauntered in on her crime scene and cockily disrupted the peace Gail had worked so hard to maintain. Of course Holly saw it different. She had calmly made it to the scene after being called in about a dead body, only to be confronted by Officer Peck, called lunchbox, and told she talked too much. Yep. Holly thought. Love at first sight.

The last bit of information Holly kept to herself when joking about it with Gail. It was not like it was true, she reminded herself. She was not in love. It was a joke. Still, Holly thought, she did not want to push it. Gail seemed one hundred percent nonchalant about her being a lesbian, but she did not want the blonde to get a straight girl complex. Holly would be mortified if Gail thought she was only hanging out with her because Holly secretly wanted her.

Holly paused in her thoughts. Who was she kidding? In the two weeks she had known Gail she was sure of one thing. Gail had absolute confidence in her appeal. She would probably be appalled if Holly did not want to have sex with her. Not that she did, Holly reminded herself.

Much of tonight's first non-date had flew by as the women sat at the Penny drinking, talking, and laughing about every subject they could think of. Then Holly had gotten hungry.

To be fair, Gail wanted something to eat as well. But that could be said at any point and time when it came to Gail. Deciding on when to eat was not the problem. The disagreement came when they discussed what should be for dinner.

"Come on, Gail," Holly sighed as the two women stared each other down. "Stir fry is a more than acceptable compromise." This after Holly had shot down Gail's first three suggestions, all food of the fried variety. At the same time, Gail had scoffed at all of Holly's suggestions. She called them too green. Who in the hell would want a kale anything, let along a kale burger? Gail doubted even those souls damned to hell would want a kale burger.

"Stir fry as a compromise? Maybe. But not from the kind of place you want to go to." Gail frowned. She leaned into the bar, resting her elbows on it and her face on the palms of her hands. Holly thought her newest friend looked like a grown woman on the verge of a temper tantrum. Oddly, she found it charming. So much so that she wanted to smile. She was thrown a little by her reaction and held it back.

"Let's get this straight, Holly. I will never ever set foot in a vegan restaurant. I will never order anything vegan. Meat is my friend. Their byproducts are really good acquaintances of mine."

Holly rolled her eyes and chuckled. Should she be having this much fun with an argument? She usually did not have this much fun.

"I'm not going to Taco Bell, Gail." Holly stated emphatically.

"Why not?" Gail really seemed to not grasp the reason Holly would not want to dine at the fast food restaurant. Holly did not know if she should feel bad for her friend or for her friend's small intestines.

"I like my food fresh."

"They have salads!" Gail argued. Holly sighed.

"Just because they use the term salad for their taco in a bowl does not make it so."

"It has lettuce." Gail countered.

"The bowl is a taco shell. You should not be able to fry and eat your bowl."

"What about bread bowls?" Gail asked with a grin.

Holly laughed out loud, unable to hold it in. Gail's eyes lit up, clearly thinking she made a valid point. And while Holly agreed she did, she was still standing firm. She tilted her head, giving Gail a look that meant only one thing. No Taco Bell.

After several minutes of silence, Gail sighed. She was giving up. Her lips pursed in a sulky expression. Holly could not help herself. Her eyes fell on them. She made sure her eyes were only on them for a moment. But in that small time, the thoughts that crossed her mind turned her cheeks pink with heat.

Holly had wondered about the softness of Gail's lips. And if the lip gloss on them made them smooth to the touch. She wondered how the would react to the caress of her finger. Would they open as if inviting her in for a taste.

Holly looked away and tried to refocus her thoughts. The last thing she wanted was to lust after a woman who could very easily become a close friend. Oh, but she wouldn't mind getting closer to Gail.

Holly shook her head and grabbed for her purse. She silently ordered her thoughts away.

"Holly, I don't want grass for dinner." Gail muttered. Holly almost felt bad for her, but not enough to eat Taco Bell for her. No one was worth that agony.

"I see only one way out of this." Holly said as she started digging through her belongings.

"If you are looking for a shiv Holly, I warn you. That won't end well." Holly ignored her. She smiled as her fingers grasped what she was looking for. She pulled out of a purse one shiny quarter, holding it up so Gail could see it clearly. Like a trophy, she was extremely proud of her find.

"Uhh Holly." Gail stuttered as she eyed the silver coin. "Unless you are planning to buy cheese puffs, I don't see how a quarter helps."

"Heads or tails?" Holly asked with a twinkle in her eye. Gail gawked at the coin, then at her.

"Really?" Holly nodded and smiled. Gail shrugged.

"Tails. But first let me see the coin."

"You don't trust me?" Gail rolled her eyes.

"Not when there is green food at stake."

She took the coin from Holly. After it had been thoroughly inspected, Holly flipped. It landed on heads. Holly cheered as if she had won a football game. Gail pouted as if she had lost her best toy. Holly saw the disappointment and disgust on her friend's face and gave in, but only a little.

"Don't worry, Gail. You don't have to step into the restaurant or order." She said grabbing the pouting woman's arm and pulling her out the bar. "You just have to eat."

"Great," Gail groaned.

"And we will stop somewhere to get you a grill chicken breast."

Gail's face lit up with a smile.

"KFC?"

"No."

Gail shrugged. She gave it a try. As the two walked out of the bar, Holly's hand held tightly to the coin she was holding. She was not a betting woman, but if she was she would bet that her friendship with Gail would be one of those rare ones that could last the rest of her life. That is if the odds were in her favor.