"Girls just wanna have fun."

[growingfeminism]

Who: Tina Cohen-Chang and Santana Lopez
What: Another one of those sliding door moments
Where: El Bohemio Nightclub, Miami
When: Friday night

Tina had been in Miami for a couple of weeks now, and hadn't really had a chance to catch up with anyone. She had transferred right into her new position at Miami PD, and they threw a bunch of shitty shifts had her that no one else wanted because she was the newbie. Mostly nights, which generally sucked when you didn't know the beat, but luckily she had coped well so far. It had been one of her nights that she had stumbled across El Bohemio and had been meaning to check it out ever since. With both Blaine and Puck busy right now with Kurt just out of the clinic (Tina didn't want to crash on that so soon because Kurt had been through quite the ordeal and needed to get his bearings in the real world again), she had to entertain herself. Of course, she always had the option of hanging with Sebastian and Jeremy who were also newly in town, but she hadn't actually spoken to Jeremy in sometime and things would no doubt he awkward now. It was a bridge she wanted to wait a little longer to cross, though as Blaine's brother and she has Blaine's fag hag, it wouldn't be avoidable forever.

Instead, she wanted to get her dancing shoes on and she hit the bar... a notorious lesbian hot spot in Miami. It felt like ages since she had gotten laid. She was in Miami with the surf and the sun and the sand, what better way to become acclimatised than with a hot chick between the sheets? She was more than ready to put her marriage and divorce well behind her. She had been miserable and it ultimately led to a shitty divorce. She felt bad for what she did to Artie, and it was why she had never told anyone why she was unhappy in her marriage. Artie had been connected to all their friends, and even though she cheated with Jeremy, these days, girls were mostly her preference. She wanted to find a relationship with a girl and experience that side of her more. Finding it was just the harder part.

She was done up to the nines in a slinky red dress and had the tips of her hair done with bright red to match... at a salon who happened to name-drop Kurt. It had piqued her senses, to say the least, but the gossip stylists didn't really say much ultimately. She sauntered up to the bar, hoping her ass looked as good as it felt in this dress and sat down on a stool beside chick with a mane of dark curly hair. That wold be fun to run her hands through in the middle of a hot round of sex... She turned to her with a smile. "Hi, I'm Ti- oh holy fucking Jesus Chris!" she shrieked when she saw who it was.

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[have2justbeme]

Santana's arrival and the subsequent talk with Sebastian had definitely been playing over and over in her mind since that day. Seb had well and truly called her out on her domestic bone, and the fact that she was very much wondering what the kind of caring relationship Kurt and Blaine had would be like. Granted, going to a bar like this, where the main goal was usually to get laid and move on may or may not have been the best plan to make that happen. Still, she saw no harm in having some fun, even if it never led anywhere but to a hotel room for the night. This club was pretty fantastic, and the first night she'd been here, she'd ended up hooking up with a hot Cuban chick who definitely knew her way around the bedroom. She could only hope that this night would have that much luck.

So here she was again, in a pair of slim fitting jeans and a tight button down that had maybe one or two many buttons unbuttoned. Some would say she looked slutty, but Santana called it using her assets, and she had paid damn good money for those particular assets anyway. She might as well flaunt them and put them to good use. The club was full of beautiful women, and Santana had no intentions of going home without having a round with at least one of them.

She was sitting at the bar, slowly sipping a martini, when she caught a glimpse of red out of the corner of her eye. Fuck, that dress was hot, and when the person wearing it spoke, Santana turned just a little, about to say hello. And that was when her mouth dropped open and she just stared in shock. "T... Tina?! What the hell are you doing here?!"