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"Are you sure I'm not over dressed, Emma?" Regina looked down at her clothes; the brunette wore a mini blue skirt and a cream button up blouse with a pair of the sluttiest heels she owned. Go big or go home. Regina spotted the other girls in the line and noticed most of them were wearing either skinny jeans or a skimpy dress, Regina felt out of place and immediately regretted her outfit of choice.

Emma unfazed by Regina's question, only glanced at her outfit before answering, "Nah, you look hot." The blonde was more focused on how to speed up the process of the line but the bouncer seemed to be working for his pay and refused to let anyone in. Several girls did the whole flirting, stroking his ego, offering 'favours' and even bribing him with money but nothing seemed to surpass him.

"What's the matter?" Regina had been talking for the past two minutes but Emma never answered the several questions the brunette posed.

"Uh, nothing. This line is taking forever. At this rate, Obama and The Republicans would have already solved their issues." Emma huffed and started tapping her feet against the pavement, not liking to feeling of being out of control.

"I thought this was a bar, since when do bars have lines?"

"Well, technically it's a club but with a bar. And they only want a certain amount of people at time, but I'm tired of waiting."

"Then, let's do something about it." Regina innocently replied. She had not been to too many bars or clubs, but one thing she did know was how to persuade someone. Regina grabbed Emma's hand and pulled them through the crowds of girls and the occasional guy tagging along for free drinks. Both women reached to the front of the line, hands still intertwined, and Regina stared directly at the bouncer.

"Excuse me, sir." Regina spoke with her authoritative voice and her stance ten times straighter.

"What do you want lady?" He was your stereotypical bouncer, a large exterior, black t-shirt, bald, blue jeans and arms crossed.

"I'm just wondering why the line has not moved for the past twenty minutes?" Regina wanted to come off sincere, not bossy and pushy.

"Maximum amount is already in there. A club with too many people starts to become trouble and when trouble starts, I have to deal with it."

"I'm sorry to hear about that. Are you the only one working tonight?" Emma tugged Regina's arm but the brunette tightened the grip, reassuring Emma that she knew what she was doing.

"Yep. Straight six-hour shift and I can't leave this spot. It's better than my security job, where I only sat for eight plus hours." The bouncer face expressed sadness, stress and comfort that someone showed interest in his life.

"You know, I'm a lawyer and I have several clients that would treat you better with benefits. I'd be willing to give you their numbers, if you are interested?"

The bouncer smiled and retrieved a pen from his pocket, making a gesture for Regina's hand, he wrote his number on her free arm. "Thanks. This really means a lot."

"My pleasure. It feels good helping someone out. I don't get to do it often." Regina flashed her pearly whites and pulled Emma closer, hoping he would get the signal.

"Now that I think about it, we actually do have space for two more people." He opened the red velvet rope, allowing Regina and Emma to gain access into the club. Before they were out of earshot, he shouted at both of them, "You guys make a really cute couple."

"Okay, do you have any suitors in mind?" Emma rang a finger down the water of her beer bottle and inspected all the possible victims of tonight's game. It would be fun pushing Regina's boundaries and perhaps seeing the brunette when she is tipsy.

"Not yet, dear. I'm taking in the scenery." Regina eyes scanned over the masses of bodies that were either, at the bar, on the dance floor or sitting down at one of the many booths. Emma explained the rules with clarity before they arrived and besides backing down, if you were not able to get the person's number, it also counted as a lost. The brunette had no problems flirting with men but considering her competition tonight, it might be a close tie.

"Mmmm, come on, Regina! We've been sitting down for ten minutes and you haven't at least picked out two people for me to flirt with." Emma started whining because she wanted to game to begin and hit the next bar before it was the clock strike 10.

"I think for this competition to be fair, I need to evaluate all the players involved." Regina took a sip of her wine and continued to people watch. In fact, Regina had already found several men for the blonde but she started to feel uneasy whenever she decided this would the one to start the games with. Maybe it was nervousness but her heart began beating rapidly and the thought of Emma having to throw herself on other men to prove a point, did not sit well with her. "Emma, dear, may I ask you question?" Regina had an idea in mind, to settle her thoughts but she wanted to verify it with Emma first.

"Sure. What is it?" Emma leaned in closer because the music started to deafen out any other sounds in the club.

"Is anybody in the club fair pickings?" She did not know exactly how to phrase her question but Regina figured this would be better than coming straight out.

The blonde did not know where Regina was going with this but she answered anyway. "Yeah. Why would you ask that?"

"So, you would not be mad or offended, if I chose someone of the same sex?" Regina braced herself for the worst, so it came as a shock, when Emma started laughing. "I don't see, why that's funny. It's a perfectly reasonable question."

Emma stopped laughing and took the hand Regina interlocked with early, and cupped both of the brunette's hands. "I'm sorry for laughing and I see now, that you still don't know much about me. The reason why I found it funny, well, you see, I'm not practically shy towards flirting with women. In fact, I rather enjoy flirting with them, among other things. What I'm trying to say Regina—

The brunette understood where Emma was going with the conversation about five seconds, into it. She did not need Emma to spell it out for her. "You enjoy the company of other women. It's not that hard to say, dear."

Emma rolled her eyes and chuckled before responding to Regina's blunt interruption. "I don't think people born after 1970 use that phrase but you hit bulls eye. Don't get me wrong, I like the company of men too, it's just that women appeal to me more."

"Emma, you're bisexual. It's fine. I'm not going to burn every surface you've ever touched. I just wanted to clarify things." Regina felt more at eased learning this about Emma because she felt more comfortable with the competition.

"Good to know. I was definitely worried about that. But since you asked me, I think it would be common courtesy for me to return the favour. May I chose women for you to flirt with?"

Regina simply smiled, "Perfectly fine."

Regina was on her fourth player, and she was 2 for 3, being that the last guy Emma picked turned out to be a happily married man, throwing his best friend a Bachelor Party. This round, however, the blonde picked the prettiest girl in the club, who was currently sitting with her friends, at the other end of the bar, and looked like she did not want to be bothered.

"There's always the option of taking a shot, instead of being rejected. At least one won't hurt your self esteem." Emma, actually, had her doubts about this one. Regina had already proving she could sweet talk her way into any situation like the bouncer from the door. This was something she really wanted and Emma had no idea what little tricks Regina hid under her sleeves.

"Please, Emma. Your silly little tricks will not work. This one will be a walk in the park." Regina smiled at Emma, before taking a sip of the blonde's beer and heading towards the other end of the bar.

Emma could only see the interactions between both women and desperately wished she were closer to the action because from the looks of it, Regina might be returning empty handed.

Regina's POV

With the other three players, Regina did not know what to expect from the situation, but with this one, the brunette knew all the signs of a woman expressing interest, signs of discontent or even when they wanted someone to leave them alone. She had insight into the female brain and decided to use that to her advantage. Regina sat two seats, away from the girl's entourage, enough to overhear the conversation and spot what she was drinking. It looked like rum and coke, but just to be safe, Regina called for the bartender.

"Another glass?" He was quick to draw the bottle from behind the bar but Regina touched his arm and shook her head, no.

"I actually would like to buy another of whatever that lovely young lady is drinking, she looks awfully upset tonight." Regina smiled at him and watched as he delivered the drink over to the party. The recipient seemed to enjoy this gesture and asked to be shown the person who sent the drink. Regina maintained her composure and pretended to be bothered with some mundane task.

"Thanks for the drink." The girl whispered in Regina's ear before taking the seat to the left of her. From up close, she was prettier than the brunette thought. She was a blonde like Emma, but her hair rested on the tip of her neck. She appeared to be younger than both women but that did not take away from her beauty. Aside from her youth, she was remarkably short, probably two or three inches shorter than Regina. Regina noticed she had an accent and identified it from New Zealand.

"No need to thank me. You looked upset and I wanted to help you feel better." Regina put on her best flirtatious face because she knew this would be one for the books.

"Oh, I'm not upset more like angry or frustrated. It's my birthday and I told my friends, nothing too fancy or crazy; a simple dinner with friends and maybe going back to one of their places for drinks and movies, a girls' night. Instead, I've got guys hitting on me all night long, and my friends slowly leaving with fours, thinking they're tens. It's just not what I had in mind." She slowed down her rant and looked at Regina with disbelief. "I'm so sorry. Here I am, talking about my irrelevant problems and I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Clara, nice to meet you."

"Regina. The pleasure is all mine." Regina shook hands with Clara and held on for a second longer.

Emma's POV

Until Regina returned with another failed conquest, Emma decided to occupy herself with talking to guy sitting next to her. They had been talking for about five minutes, and when Emma looked up to check on Regina, neither the brunette nor the girl were no where to be found.

"Hey, bartender! Yeah, you, umm… where did the brunette and pretty blonde head off to? They were sitting over there like a second ago." Emma did not want to come off as pushy, but if something had happened to Regina, she would never forgive herself.

"Yeah… those two. They were really hitting it off and then I remember hearing one of them mentioning going on the dance floor. Turned around, to fix a glass of gin and tonic, next thing I know, the blonde one is leading the brunette towards to floor." He talked nonchalantly, while mixing a martini in a shaker.

"Thanks, man." Emma slapped a ten-dollar bill on the counter and started making her way to the dance floor. She knew probably nothing serious happened to Regina but Emma needed to double check and make sure things were okay. The dance floor had a lot more people than she was expecting and the blonde knew this would be a difficult task. She started feeling her way through the crowd, keeping an eye out for Regina's shirt and hair.

"Hey, sweetie, wanna dance?" A guy pumped up on steroids placed his hands on Emma's hips and started to pull her in closer. Not in the mood, for being sexually harassed, Emma's police instincts kicked in and she kneed him in his manhood, leaving him leaning over on the dance floor.

Continuing her search, Emma passed through several couples, who looked about ready to strip naked, when she spotted Regina. Not believing her eyes, Emma moved closer to Regina's look alike, catching a better view of what was being unfolded, in front of her. First of all, Regina's bloused had been popped several buttons lower, revealing a whole lot of cleavage. The brunette had a firm grasp on the mysterious blonde's hips and both were as close as God intended, swaying to the beat of the music. Regina moved her partner's hips, so sensually, that it caught the stares of other couples around them. Emma had never seen anyone moved, in such a way, where it looked like they were having sex on the dance floor.

At first, like the rest of the crowd, Emma shared admiration for Regina's ability to move but then it slowly changed to jealously. Emma never felt jealously this intensely and figured it was because she realized the competition she had in Regina. But subconsciously, Emma wished Regina had dancing with a different blonde.

Both POVs

Regina had no idea what came over her but one minute, Clara was dancing at a respectably safe distance and another, both women were face-to-face, too close for comfort. The brunette had never done something like this before, mainly because she never had the opportunity, but she had no objections to it. Regina figured if you want to take home the prize, then you have to do it big. Clara made the move and started dancing closer to the brunette, but Regina realized, Clara had no dancing skills. It started simply, showing her how to move her hips to the music and now they were sweating, on each other.

Regina felt a force tug at her arm, pulling her away from Clara and when the person spun her around, the brunette came in contact with her roommate, Emma. Regina figured Emma wanted to stop the show before the brunette could actually seal the deal.

"I think this constitutes as cheating, Miss Swan."

Emma rolled her eyes, not even caring about the stupid game anymore, only think about getting Regina faraway from the other as possible. "Call it, whatever. But I think we've spent enough time here. We should head to the next spot."

"Is someone jealous because I might beat them, at their own game?" Regina smirked, at Emma, knowing the blonde did not like being treated like a child.

"No! I'm not jealous. I don't get jealous. I'm just saying, we should leave that's all." Emma crossed her and involuntarily her bottom lip pouted, which tugged at Regina's heartstrings.

"Fine", Regina turned to Clara to deliver the next part of her sentence, "But I didn't even get Clara's number."

A tint of red, appeared on Clara's cheeks, and she pulled a small business card from her jean pocket. "I carry one around, just in case. Who knows when I might meet a potential client or a beautiful woman?"

Emma scoffed but Regina only smiled at the compliment, she took the card from Clara and read it over, the blonde was a party organizer. "I'll definitely be using this card."

"I hope you do." Clara walked towards Regina and went up on her toes, before placing a short and soft kiss on the brunette's lip. She shocked both Emma and Regina, leaving both women breathless. "This has been the best night of my twenty five years, I'm glad my friends dragged me out tonight." She walked away from Regina, still leaving her in a state of shock.

Regina touched her lips, still feeling the sensation of Clara's soft lips on hers and warmth spread through her body, something she had not felt in a while. "Well, I can't wait for the other bars."

"Whatever. I'm tired of this stupid game, anyways. You win. Let's just go home." Emma mumbled to loud enough for Regina to hear, exiting the dance floor, leaving Regina to wonder what put a damper to the blonde's party mood.