Two Weeks Later…..
The Pit was divided into three teams focused on beating specific levels in the C-verse II game. The game focused on characters, human slaves, from Earth fighting Aliens to get back to their home planet. Some levels shorter than others were easily beaten leaving idle hands and bored minds to wander.
"Who you see Wonder Woman with?"
"Is this strictly Marvel Universe, DC, what?"
"Free for all."
"Batman."
"She'd eat him alive."
"Superman?"
"With super stamina I can see that."
Using her voice in place of a buzzer Tara interrupted the conversation amongst nerds. She decided to explain using a little bit of lesbian logic.
"Why the fuck would she settle for either? The bitch has got access to an island of women."
The two gamers, who started the conversation, eyed the other unconvinced.
"She's clearly written as a heterosexual," Dylan stated.
"By heterosexual men for a narrow minded society—but everyone knows the majority of amazons are lesbians."
Jason swiveled his chair around. He could resist the conversation when it was two nerds, but Tara he felt was being biased. "Don't go making established characters lesbians because you think they should be."
"I know she's a lesbian. Just like I know she moonlights as a dominatrix." Tara pointed out that fact as if she had personally sat down the writers and they shared Diana's true back story.
Lafayette, who was determined to keep his mouth shut pauses his game, "I gotta hear you're reasoning for this bitch."
Tara was the only one on her side. She took the information in stride now that she had a full audience, whether people decided to acknowledge they were listening or not. "One she's already got a propensity for secret identities. Two all she's needs is her uniform in black all the way down to the heels. Three why the fuck are you carrying around a lasso if you don't have a bondage fetish?"
Lafayette didn't judge snapping his fingers, "you a freak."
"Alright, since you've obviously thought this through," Jason started, "who would she end up with looking at both males and females?"
"Male Green Lantern," Tara took a little more time to think, "female…Phoenix."
"Green Lantern over Superman?"
"Green Lantern uses his imagination in life threatening situations to save the world." She leaned back in her swivel chair. "Think about what he can do in a room alone with Wonder Woman—amazing fucking sex toys galore type shit. And Phoenix with her telekinesis," Tara held up her hands forming an imaginary window to her imagination. "Picture them sitting in the League of Justice and the X-Men are called in to help. Phoenix and Diana are eye fucking each other…their caught up in their lesbian sex fantasy during debriefing, giving them the perfect impetus to survive impending death."
Silence.
Tara looked to see if she changed any minds or made them think.
"That's kinda hot when you think about it," Jason offered. Some red faced nerds turned around not wanting to agree aloud, even though their blushes spoke for them.
"If you're into that kind of thing," Lafayette countered.
Tara put on her jacket, "I'm into that kind of thing."
"You haven't asked me to make you lunches for two weeks."
"So?"
"Where you going?"
"Pineapple Café."
"Where you met the Umbrella bitch?"
"I love their honey mustard wrap," Tara defended weakly. Naomi was a chapter in her life that was firmly closed, but Lafayette being the friend that he is liked to keep tabs on her.
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Eric knocked on his best friend's door.
Pam looked up from closing out a window on her computer. "Eric," she greeted. She hadn't been expecting him.
"Are you in or out?" he asked cryptically.
"For?" she pushed him out before he could sit down and get comfortable, she liked to make the most of her hour breaks especially now with company.
He shook his head following her down the hallway to the elevators. A short woman with dimples held the door open for them to catch it. Pam had never been eager about her responsibilities as maid of honor and Nora was specifically worried. Pam being in the wedding was Eric's idea that she warmed up to. "This weekend with Nora."
"No."
"You're not living up to your duties," Eric said petulantly. He wanted Pam involved not just for his sake. Nora was insecure around the striking blond. He reasoned getting to know each other would ease her insecurities helping her to be more comfortable around Pam.
The only other occupant looked straight ahead as if she wasn't listening.
"Duties?"
"As my best friend," he leaned into her hear, "maid of honor to my future bride."
"If I'm lax then feel free to choose someone else for it," she turned her head their head were barely an inch apart. "I guarantee you won't find anyone with an inch of my patience to deal with your shit."
The elevator bell rang. The dimpled stranger stepped out with a quiet 'excuse me'. It closed leaving Eric and Pam in the elevator. He reached his hands around the blond's waist, pulling her to him.
"You've gone and gotten yourself a new play toy and you don't have time for your old ones."
"Been there done that Eric," turned her head eying him pointedly. "I'm going to lunch."
"Great I'm starving." He recovered from her rejection clapping his hands excitedly as he stood at her side looking at the reflective doors.
"It's a lunch date."
"Maybe it's time for you to remember how fun threesomes can be."
She glared at him when the doors opened to the parking garage.
"I promise I'll be good," he held up his assumed sign for boy scouts. Ever since that day Nora excitedly told him about this woman Pam introduced her to, he'd been curious about her. The few answers he could get out of Pam were minor details. Nothing juicy, and that only made him more interested why Pam was being so reserved with the details. She was good enough to be seen with in public. He was willing to bet this Tara person was her date for lunch.
"It's cause she's black isn't it."
Tara leaning against a pillar stopped in mid text. She heard Pam approaching with someone else whose voice she didn't recognize.
"What?" that halted Pam's determined strides. She hadn't told him who she was lunching with so the words were nothing if not surprising.
Eric smiled continuing, "I know you've got a thing for women of the chocolate persuasion."
"I do not."
Pam started walking again unlocking her car. She was too engaged to notice she'd passed Tara.
"Do too," Eric shot back with equal petulance.
"I do not."
Tara cleared her throat. Eric leaned on the top of the car which was easy for his hulking height. He wore a smile that reached his eyes and Tara couldn't help returning it—he recognized her from the strip club. Pam on the other hand had opened her car door, but that was as far as she'd gotten. She was scared to turn around.
"I for one would love to hear the rest of this conversation, but can we do it over lunch?" Tara came up closer opening the back seat door on the driver's side. Pam didn't bother glancing back and just sat in the car wishing away her blush to no avail.
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Mortified described the feeling that inched a blush on Pam's face. It was a new expression for Tara to study and she found it incredibly adorable on the normally poised blond.
Eric volunteered to pay to get back in the good graces of his friend. Though, Pam didn't seem at all appeased. Lunches were usually livelier than it was. Pam found herself subdued letting Tara and Eric take the lead. Fortunately, they didn't steer toward her as the only topic of conversation. The blond sat in relative silence taking both of her friends in. After two weeks of having lunch almost every day together she could give them that title.
They rarely ventured to do anything else. Pam Tara discovered lived a very boring life if she wasn't doing anything with Eric, who fought tooth and nail to get her out of the house. She was a driven woman and that came with some sacrifices to her personal life. She reconciled with the loneliness in the early part of her career with promises she would try for love later. She thought of going out to more clubs, but a few interesting experiences killed the idea. She attracted the wrong type of men and women.
She didn't notice when Naomi came to their table and neither did the engaged duo discussing fidelity.
"Hey" Naomi walked over with flyers in hand.
Eric sized her up with appreciative gaze, "I'm Eric," he held his hand out. Naomi hands him a flyer never taking her eyes off of Tara.
"Hi," Pam drawled.
Naomi gave her a slight nod.
"Who is Annie's Raging Clitoris?" Eric read the name on the flyer. The illustration was a woman screaming holding her bra up in the air.
"Interesting illustration," Pam noted when Eric handed it to her.
"My band, we're playing tonight a small garage party tonight," Naomi offered then her gaze fixed on Tara again, "you should come, the girls ask about you all the time."
"Naomi," the high pitched greeting didn't denote how unhappy he was to see his roommate's ex-girlfriend. He had hoped against hope that she wasn't the reason Tara was coming back to the café. When they broke up she swore the place off vowing never to eat there for as long as she lived.
The singer pursed her lips greeting Lafayette with a half hearted wave. She knew he never liked her. She couldn't say liked him that much either.
Taking off his shades he folded them his hand standing between Tara and Naomi, "Your ass had better be here for that nasty ass honey mustard wrap you like." He was talking to Tara, but he kept his eyes trained on Naomi.
"I am," Tara stated.
"Look I know she's in a relationship," Naomi started, "feel free to bring a friend Tara," she would have given the dark woman one last look, but Lafayette stood in her way. He didn't move until the door closed behind her and he saw her disappear around the corner of the building.
"Relationship? Who the fuck is you dating? And why the fuck I gotta find out from Umbrella bitch?"
"Nobody," Tara looked up at Pam. The executive was relatively silent throughout the entire exchange.
"She came in here with that bull dyke and I panicked so I begged some chick to pose as my girlfriend."
"Uh huh," there was more to the story if this was his first time hearing about it. "Was she cute?"
"The bull dyke?"
"No bitch the one you asked to pose as your girlfriend."
"I don't remember," Tara shrugged biting into a waffle fry to hide the smile that would betray her nonchalance.
Eric jumped in, "she was cute."
Pam's watched Tara with interest as she sipped from her straw. The discussion of the kiss never happened. It was an act of kindness and nothing more in Pam's opinion. She was out of practice so she was interested to hear how she was.
"How was the kiss?" Pam asked innocently.
Tara choked on her fry. Grabbing her container she and drank some water.
"It was that good?" Lafayette teased.
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Authors note: The wonder woman conversation is based off a conversation I was nerdy enough to have. I love that you all love how it's going so far. I'm a writer so I'm a sucker for detail and the bits where the majority of you pick out your favorite parts I like. I'm having fun I bet you can tell!
