Callie raised an eyebrow.“Her name is Bert?Is that short for something?”
“Yeah, but she’d kill me if I told you.Get her number and find out yourself.”Sparx sipped her gaudy red concoction – likely a third each of ethanol, red dye and sugar.Callie waved it off.
“Bert’s not your type?That’s okay, we’ll find you someone.
“Not a…” Callie started, but Sparx interrupted.
“I know, I know, no polys” Sparx raised her hands defensively.
“I didn’t say that I just said I need to know first.”
Sparx opened her mouth to protest, but Callie continued.
“I don’t need to know everything either, but some details are more important than others.No penises.Or you’ll be picking me up at 2 am.”
“I do recall you saying something similar on the ride home last time.”Sparx tipped her drink toward Callie.“There were a lot more expletives too.I’m glad you’ve calmed down about it.”She wore a very large shit-eating grin.
“Fuck off, Sparx.”
“I know, I was wrong.I apologise profusely.”Sparx waved her hands around like she was batting away invisible flies.“I’ll never try to tempt you with the manlier delights again.”
Callie made a disgusted face.
“Seriously, Cal, I won’t.I was a dick.”Sparx reached out to take Callie’s hand.
“I left my favourite sports bra there, too.”Callie muttered.
“They’re all the same.How can you tell which one’s your favourite?”
“The same way you tell twins apart.They’re like my children.I’ve even named them all.”
Sparx played at being shocked.“Of course you have,” she rolled her eyes.“You’re still not off the hook though.We’re finding you someone tonight.”
“Someone sapphic,” Callie emphasised.“And single.Or at least, no surprise boyfriends.”
“What about he/him lesbians?”
“Yes, fine, you know what I mean.”Callie slapped Sparx’s arm.
“You know some lesbians have penises.”
“I’m aware.Not yucking anyone’s yum, just not my thing.”
“You’re no fun.”
“That’s why I’m here with you.”
“Excellent, then let’s start with her.”Sparx tilted her head toward the mixer who wore an easy grin like a freshly loosened tie.Bright blue buzz cut and skin black as charcoal – clearly a DocPod job, but she was cute.The mixer noticed Sparx eyeing her and came over.
“You want me to hit on the mixer?How cliché.”Callie side-eyed Sparx.
But she didn’t respond.
“Sparx, how did you get back in?”The mixer had a friendly booming laugh and Callie had to admit, it did sound delightful.
“You know I have connections,” Sparx flashed a smile.“This is Callie.”
“She new?”the mixer asked, eyes raking over Callie salaciously.It made her blush.
