"I'm bored. We need to get out of here." Tara, Joanne's best friend and college roomate, said. "We have hung out at your place for the past three months." Joanne shrugged and turned her attention back to the television. Tara walked across the living room and searched through the closet. She grabbed a jacket for herself and another outfit for Joanne. "Put these on. We are going to Moonlight's tonight. No complaining." The clothes landed with a thump on Joanne's lap. She grudgingly changed her clothes.
"This has to be the first time in our history that I am dragging you to a gay club and not the other way around. I have enough trouble finding a guy!" Tara joked, trying to get a smile out of the stoic Joanne. "You are going to have fun. I promise." Tara said throwing her arms around Joanne. "You deserve fun."

There was no fun in sight.

Tara was over at the bar talking with the cute and straight male bartender. Joanne had given her a break about 10 minutes ago. She was perfectly capable of sitting at a table without someone sitting next to her. She watched the people all around her dance, or kiss, or just talk to each other. Every table held the promise of a new realtionship, except hers. She watched the couples move across the dance floor. It didn't seem possible that she and Aimee had been under those same lights just 4 months ago. There were older gray haired women dancing with other gray haired women, oblivus to the music, just enjoying each others company. There were others that were Joanne's age dancing suggetively, switching partners with each song. Then there were those that danced along the fringe of the dance floor, the couples. Joanne knew they were different, she had been one of them once. The couples stayed on the fray of the floor, not needing to be in the middle of the action in order to enjoy the music. The song playing was merely a backdrop, another way to be close to one another. Joanne felt herself being pulled back into the depression she had fought off so long. She ran her fingertips along the rim of her glass and just stared out on to the floor. Her attention became focused on a single girl. She had brown hair with curls that ran almost to the middle of her back. She had on a purple miniskirt that glittered in the lights of the club and a black halter that accentuated her body. Joanne soon realized she wasn't the only one entranced. A sort of circle had formed on the floor around her. The girl moved on her own accord, the music seeming to follow her rythm, not the other way around. Joanne faintly registered Tara passing by her on her way to the restroom. Joanne couldnt have looked away, even if she had wanted to. Every sway seem electric, Joanne could feel her body responding to every move of the girls hips. Her own almond eyes connected with the girl's emerald eyes sending a shock through her system. A person crossed the silent path between the two women, causing the connection to be broken. As quickly as it had happened the girl was gone.