A/N: Another update already. Impressive, right? After updating the day before yesterday, I couldn't get myself to put my laptop away, so I just kept writing and writing. I guess that's what vacation does to you sometimes.

Back to the story. Well, when destiny wouldn't let Bo and Lauren talk under the open sky I guess being in a bar (and not just any bar) should make it easier, right? Let's see how that goes!

About my latest shipping comment, I'd like to add that being a person that actually has a master's degree in gender, sexuality and media (representation (or lack thereof) of non-straight/marginalized people), I find it problematic and a little bit sad that there still is so little to choose between when it comes to lesbian (and other queer) characters. I've been wondering if the infatuation with e.g. Wynonna Earp of Supergirl might be because of the very few existing series out there with actual lesbian characters and therefore there isn't much to choose between? Or if people actually think the shows are awesome? Anyway, I still have hope that there'll be more and more relatable queer characters in the future.

Until then enjoy this little update with our two favorite Lost Girls.

Chapter 8: A night in a bar

Bo never enjoyed hiking in the fells around here. Or hiking at all actually. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy a good exercise and the view, and all of that typical bullshit people jabber about when trying to convince someone to go somewhere they don't wanna go to. The problem was that it's so damn exhausting and you end up sweating like a pig. Especially when you've had a few beers too many the night before. Then it's most likely the worst idea of all time.

Bo's co-workers knew that this trip wasn't not the on her favorite list of activities to do on a Saturday morning. Funnily enough she she still ended up going anyway. Especially because in keeping with tradition they went to The Dal afterwards. They did it the first year and have done it ever since. Maybe that's the only reason she actually forces myself out of bed to go hiking in a very inaccessible terrain. She rarely (ever) wears sports-clothes or dresses having practicality being the voice of reason. Bo usually dresses in tight pants that show off her naturally toned legs and ass with a tight shirt that enhances her 'girls', as she like to call them. It's how she dressed the last 10 years and she didn't have any plans of changing that. The only place she dressed differently was at work and that's merely because it's a requirement to wear a 'uniform', meaning a coat and loose pants. When relaxing at home she wears as little of clothes as possible. Usually it's her favorite red silk-kimono and maybe a night gown underneath it.

Life is really way too short not to dress in something that makes you feel good about yourself. Besides Bo's known for my love of leather and basically anything tight and black. And today was no exception. Her best friend when she was a little younger always used to make fun of her for wearing too much leather but somehow it ended up being Bo's trademark. And to be honest it has given her more than a few free drinks within the years. As she so often has said "it's not my fault that men are that easy". She's not the one to turn down a good free drink if some poor schmuck wants to buy her one. After all it doesn't turn you into a millionaire being a nurse by day and barkeep by night. And a girls gotta keep hydrated.

And… well maybe Rachel wasn't entirely wrong when she mentioned if her extra-hesitant attitude towards this stupid hike this year had anything to do with the new doctor on their unit. Not that she has any clue that they have somewhat of a history. She just knows Bo's not the biggest fan of the brown eyed new blonde doctor from Canada who apparently has everyone falling to her feet in admiration (or rather ass-kissing).

She can't be that 'amazing' and 'talented' and 'funny'. I mean I of all people can admit that yes, she's more attractive than the average woman here and well the hairporn she's got going on when she puts her hair down so that it almost hides that sensual neck is not bad at all. But that's it. Yes, she was a pretty epic kisser with those soft soft lips, but there are other more interesting people in the world than that. I guess it's just because she's from a place far away and won a few prices or something. New and shiny seems to be a factor that makes most people interested. Bo had to shake her head and let go of those damn thoughts that showed up here and there. It really wasn't easy to forget that night. Considering how many people she'd slept with in her lifetime it came as a surprise how that one night kept recurring in her dreams and thoughts more often than she'd like it to.

Trying to put her mind elsewhere her mind wandered back to last night. It had been so fun even though the original plan had been to drink a beer with an old friend. It ended up being a night filled with one too many sambuca shots and a few body-tequilas. Thank god I can hold my liquor pretty well. It's just if it was up to Bo she'd spend the day in her bathtub. Maybe turning on a few candles while letting herself soak in the nice smelling bubbles. Maybe masturbate. After all, it's been some time since she had any form of physical contact like that. It wasn't really like Bo not having sex for that many weeks. Thank god she had a pretty close relationship with her two hands and a few helpful toys in her bedside drawer.

Let's just see how this night turns out. If all goes well, I'll head to one of the other bars in town to search for a potential 'victim'.

Gosh I sound like someone that truly needs to get laid, huh? Sooner rather than later!

Fortunately, the hike itself didn't feel as long as it often had done. Maybe it was because of Sarita's ongoing monologue about the dude she's been dating for a few weeks and how he doesn't want to have sex with her yet, that made the time fly by and before she knew it we they were already at the end of the fell. And well… so far, she managed to avoid a certain Dr. Lewis. It's not that she couldn't talk to her at all. They talked at work. About work stuff. About patients. Not that it was a surprise to Bo, but Lauren was really intelligent and exceptionel at her work. She had to give that to her. Bo almost wished she wasn't. It would make it easier to 'hate' her a little bit. And in other circumstances she'd probably even ask her out for a beer. Rather fuck her again. But that's wasn't really an option anymore. Sadly. The night of earth shattering mind blowing sex was what it was. Now they were co-workers. That's how it had to be. Besides it wasn't something Bo choose. It just freaking happened that Lauren ended up being her new boss.

It's a shame really. For both me and her. We were pretty incredible together.

God. The way our bodies responded to one another. It was like nothing I've ever experienced before. Mmmhm. At least I'll have the memories of that night for colder, lonely nights!

Once again her wondering mind took her to a place she didn't' want to go. Hmm. When I think about itI might not have been the friendlies of co-workers to Lauren. I know I am a person with lots of feelings that I at most times have under control, but this woman somehow manages to push my buttons and even I have a hard time understanding why most of the time. Maybe I should try and talk to her. That probably wasn't the worst idea. Maybe have a casual chat. Co-worker to co-worker. After all she was only supposed to stay here for a few months and in spite of the fact that some people thought that Bo was a rather cold and guarded person (off work mostly though) she didn't want Lauren to be uncomfortable or feel discomfort around her. She came as quite the surprise how gentle and somewhat shy Lauren seemed around other people. Neither shy nor gentle would be words I'd use to characterize that woman I met in the bar that night. Nor in my bedroom. She was bossy, confident and sexy as hell!

Maybe she should buy her that beer after all. Just one beer. A truce beer. I can do that. It was Bo's bar after all and if there was one thing her grandfather taught her it was to treat every costumer with respect and openness.

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"I can't believe we're going out to a bar after being all sweaty and probably smelly from a day like this. I mean the least we could have done would be to go home and take a shower first."

"Nah, I'm afraid that's not how it works, Lauren. We always go straight to the Dal. And it doesn't have to be an all-nighter. It mostly to end a great day with a beer or two. Then sometimes it ends up being a few shots and cocktails as well. And there was this one time where Bo and I ended up dancing on the bar Coyote Ugly style, but that was a one-time thing!" Rachel said with a grin on her face.

Bo dancing on the bar in those tight pants that enhance her curvaceous, firm ass and in one of those tops that almost leave nothing to the imagination. Why am I not surprised?

And why do I wish that I'd been here to see that happening? Gosh I bet she can twist every person she wants around her little finger just like that. Although I doubt that she's someone that sleeps with all of those people. I imagine her enjoying being 'the predator' when it comes to her sexual conquests. At least-

"Hey! Lauren. Where did your mind go? Are you already falling asleep while standing? Or was it the image of me dancing on the bar that got you all googly eyes there for a second?"

Oh boy. I'm happy she said 'me' in that sentence. If only she knew.

"Hah! Nah, although that sounds like a blast. I bet you had fun. No, I was just looking into the window. It already looks pretty crowded in there, huh?"

"Yeah, that's the Dal. It's always crowded on the weekends. People love that place and well… Bo is infamous for making some of the best cocktails in town. It's one of the reasons we love this place so much!"

Of course, she is. Is there anything that woman can't do? Although I doubt the only things that lures customers into this place is the drinks.

"Oh, I bet she does. Well then. After you, ma'am."

"What is it with you two? Do I sense some tension there? I mean she's basically sex-on-a-stick walking around so I wouldn't be surprised howev-"

Laurens heart started beating faster and she wanted to make sure that Rachel had it all wrong.

"Let me just stop you there. I'm not sure what you mean 'tension' but no… actually I've barely talked to her besides from about work. I kind of have a feeling that she's rather stuck up and actually that she doesn't care much for me being here. So, no. No tension nor anything else."

Nice save there, Lewis. Not too much at all. So damn typical me.

"Besides. She's not my type!" Lauren heard herself say with a certain and almost cold tone. That must have convinced the dear Rachel. Either that or made her even more curious.

I think she bought it.

"Wow, wow okay then, Dr. Lewis. Just thought I should ask. I mean she's usually most people's type. Anyway, good to know", Rachel said in a rather flirtatious tone to Laurens obliviousness. Rachel was clearly a flirtatious type herself, but Lauren wasn't the one to react on beautiful women having any romantical nor sexual interest in her. Social awkwardness and all of that didn't go well with 'reading the room'. There'd been more than a few incidents through her life where someone had hit on her very obviously and it had always taken Lauren by surprised when they took it further than that. One she gave a girl she thought was just a friend a bloody nose because she, to Lauren surprise decided to kiss her which well… didn't end very well. Let's just say they didn't see each other much after that. It was as if their 'relationship' came to nothing after that incident.

Arriving at the Dal it was already pretty crowded. Luckily it seemed as if the rest of the group already found a table for them. Simona was waving at Lauren and Rachel as they tried to find their way through the crowd. There was no sight of Bo and Lauren wasn't sure if she should feel relieved or disappointed.

Maybe she's behind the bar. Maybe she wasn't feeling well and had to go home. Maybe she's just in the bathroom.

Lauren P.O.V.

I really hated myself for letting Bo get so much space in my thoughts. Just as I once again had had some time where I didn't think about her more than the other people I was working and socializing with on these islands, she once again took me by surprise. After seeing her earlier today which caused some sort of flashback scenes (and emotions) I couldn't really seem to shake off that night nor the following weeks with everything being rather awkward and demanding a great deal of my energy in ways I didn't want it to.

As Rachel took her seat I put my jacket onto the empty chair and planned on heading straight for the bar. I really needed drink. I felt an arm on my shoulder and before I'd realized it Rachel was very close to my face and my intimate sphere. "Hey, remember how I was supposed to buy you that first beer", she whispered in a rather loud voice to make herself heard above the music I guess. I couldn't help but laugh out loud from my surprise that fast turned into the classic Lauren Lewis awkwardness. I moved myself a little bit away from her looking at her while slowly walking towards the bar, gesturing I'd let her buy me the next drink.

Thinking back on the last time I was in this bar I remembered I tried this amazing drink that I couldn't recall the name of. It was something with passionfruit and cucumber. Being all focused on the cocktail-menu I got rather spooked by the voice coming from the presence in front of me.

"I thought I might never see you again" said the woman now looking straight at me. It took me a moment before I remembered if she was mistaking me for someone else: "Oh. You again. Hello there" Hello there? Really Lauren. What are you? 80 years old?

"Hello to you too" she said giving me a smirk. "So the same as the last time? As I recall you quite enjoyed my recommendation". Right. I remember how I was making a fool of myself trying to pronounce the name of the cocktail. "Please remind me again what it was called. Wasn't it something with passionfruit?"

"Ein summardreymur" it's called". Right. "Let me make it for you and then we can see how good those tastebuds of yours are, shouldn't we?". Winked. She winked at me. Oh boy.

Watching her in action, putting all sorts of different things into a bigger glass and assumingly trying to impress me with her bottle-skills like a true professional bartender, I vaguely catch a glimpse of someone in the corner standing with their arms crossed. Before I say anything she comes over to the bartender whos still looking me in the eyes quite insistingly for someone that's juggling several bottles.

"Uhmm" she says while clearing her throat, clearly trying to interrupt the little incident taking place in front of her. "I take it from here, Marita. Please go to the back and cut some more lime and cucumber. We're almost out."

I see the surprise on the bartenders face but she quickly gives her a nod, and gives the woman the mixture she was making.

Those eyes. Those hazel brown eyes you'd recognize anywhere in the entire world.

"So. I'm surprised to find you here flirting with one of my best bartenders, Dr. Lewis."

Oh boy. My body reacts much stronger to those words stumbling across her lips than I'd like to show her. I should be provoked and annoyed but I mostly think about kissing those lips and I absolutely hate myself for it.

"Oh, hey there ms. Dennis. I was told this was your bar, right. However I am surprised that you have an opinion about if I was or wasn't flirting with the bartender?". I almost pull of the cool and collected attitude I was aiming for.

Judging by the look on her face I said something she wasn't expecting.

Two can play this game, Bo.

"Well first of all I wasn't saying that I care if you're flirting with her or not. I'd just hate to see her having her heart broken by a stranger that's only staying here for a few months."

Wow. I was actually sort of speachless and despite the cold air that had been between us the last few times Bo and I had talked, I wasn't sure how to react to her statement.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you sound a bit jealous, Ms. Dennis."

Okay. Bold move, Lewis. Let's go with the flirting-technique since she's being so welcoming towards you. I guess you always had a thing for cold-hearted, bitchy women.

"Hah", she stammers out before flashing her white teeth moving closer towards me. Crap. Please don't come too close. Vanilla. She smells like vanilla. "Here's your summers dream, Ms. Lewis." She turns around but turns her head coming even closer to my ear: "Oh and believe me. You'd know if I actually was jealous. Enjoy your cocktail, doctor." Damn vanilla scent.

If I wasn't convinced she still hates me, I'd say she was attempting to flirt with me even. Oh well who am I to say anything about who's flirting. But well played, Bo. Well played.

And with that, she just walked away leaving me with my drink in hand. That was definitely not how I expected that to go. At least she's talking to me in a non-working-atmosphere. And she wasn't entirely cold this time. Gosh, I really have to pull my s*** together. This woman is no good for me!

Coming back to the table I'm not sure if anyone noticed my little exchange of words with Bo nor the bartender, so I'm acting cool as a cucumber as I sit down. I can however fell that my cheeks are probably red from my reaction to that darn woman. It's as if I blush anytime I'm near her. It definitely doesn't help the "I-don't-care-I'm-over-it" facade I'm trying to pull off.

It doesn't take long before my cocktail-glass is empty and I see Rachel getting up from the chair heading towards the bar. She turns around giving me a little wink, letting me know she's going to get me that beer. That cocktail must have had quite a lot of alcohol in it because I can already feel it getting to my head. Or maybe it was all the fresh air and the exhausting hike today. I didn't eat much either. I guess I have to try and take it slow with the drinking. I really don't want to embarrass myself in front of my co-workers.

Bo P.O.V.

Just as I my plan on acting all 'professional' and friendly towards Lauren, I see her coming towards the bar. I don't know what she's talking to my top-bartender about. I just know that I don't like it. Marita is clearing hitting on her and flirting like there's no tomorrow and Lauren doesn't seem to mind one bit. Not that I have a say in that but it's after all me that has to work with her on a daily basis and the last thing I want to hear from any of my bartenders is about their sexscapades with this drop-dead-gorgeous blonde tourist they scored in my bar. My bar. My bar – my rules. I decide to interrupt whatever is going on between them because of the feelings it might have evoked in me. And let me tell you – I'm usually not the jealous type. And what's there to be jealous about? Lauren is not mine in any way and there's basically a better chance of me sleeping with every other person in this room tonight, than her.

Then there's the other rule where I don't sleep with anyone I met at The Dal

As I cut off this little flirt between Lauren and Marita, I realize I didn't plan on what to actually say to Lauren. This definitely wasn't how I planned on talking to her the first time off-work. I panic a little bit and decide to just play it cool yet daring. I wanna make sure she knows I have the upper hand in this little situation between the two of us. And that If she wants to fuck someone else she met in my bar, it shouldn't be any of my bartenders.

Why do I get the feeling that I sound pretty damn possessive?

In order to keep a safe distance between us I decide to make it short. The physical attraction that's still very much very present between us in undeniable and I know that if I keep standing this close to her I'll end up doing something I'll regret tomorrow. She's making it very hard right now.

Oh, my freaking god. It's not easy to behave when I'm this horny. And that button down she's wearing is leaving just enough for my imagination to cause both flashbacks and fantasies about what I would do to her. I just barely pull myself away turning my back on her and walk into the room in the back. I need to splash some water into my face and then stay the hell away from Lauren freaking Lewis for the rest of the night. So much going from a cold attitude at work to jealous seductress at the first option I get to talk to her. Not very smooth, Isabeu.

Since I'm not planning on spending the night behind the bar I decide to join the party over at the table, seeing an available seat as far away from Lauren as possible. Fortunately, I'm a master of pretending like I don't give two fucks about anything or anyone and that's exactly what I need for tonight. I wanna have a chat with my co-workers. Drink a few beers. Then find some horny chick who I can fuck senseless and who can make me forget about that damn doctor for a few hours.

Lauren and Rachel seem to be getting close though. Every time I saw them today, they were side by side laughing and talking speaking both at once. Drinking my second beer faster that what's good for anyone I start feeling more relaxed than before. Probably still having some alcohol leftovers in my body from last night, I realizing I'm staring at a certain doctor from the side of my eye. Sarita is once again telling me about her first date with some dude and while I'm pretending to listen, I hear someone ask: "Who's up for me beating their ass in a game of pool?". Of course, it's Rachel. Every time she's had as much as a drop of a beer she wants to show off her skills in handling a few balls and a cue. Before anyone gets the opportunity to answer I find myself standing up from the chair, raising my hand and yelling "Moi". No one seems to react but Rachel and Lauren. "Game on, succubus", Rachel says before making some sort of evil laughter. Giving Lauren one last lustful glance I do what's most likely the worst idea in the history of ideas. I get my ass towards the pool-table. But before that I stop at the blonde's chair leaning too damn close to her ear, a whisper forms across my lips, before I lick them: "You're up next, doctor".

Without any given opportunity to answer nor react I find myself turning around, being my cocky self - knowing I'm in so much trouble. The worst part of the whole thing is that I don't give a damn.

It's just a game of pool. What's the worst that can happen?

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