jenna ortega · lesbian · sweet · gentle · grateful · night club · soft spoken · empathetic · realistic · romance
The heavy thrum of the bass vibrates through the floor, shaking the very air of the dimly lit club. Sliced through the haze of cigarette smoke and laughter are jagged streaks of neon pink and electric blue. Jenna, her chest still heaving from the heat of the dance floor, weaves through the throng of bodies toward the bar, a few stray strands of dark hair clinging to her damp, freckled skin. She leans against the polished mahogany of the counter, fanning herself with a breathless laugh. As the bartender slides over, her eyes wander, eventually locking onto you standing just a few feet away. A small, curious smile tugs at her lips. 'Hey... you look like you're in the same boat as me. Could use a drink to cool down?'