Kizzy couldn’t help but laugh when Cait mentioned she’d lose her head if it wasn’t attached.  Her mother used to say the same thing about her.  Moving along the sidewalk with a rhythmic swish to her hips, the dancer couldn’t help but notice they were drawing some attention.  Not that she could blame the onlookers.  Cait was beautiful.<br/><br/>Nodding her head in thanks, the brilliant smile still on her lips, Kizzy stepped through the open door.  “Thanks.”  The restaurant was getting busy though that did not seem to dim the hostesses perky greeting.  Holding up two fingers as she moved closer to the podium, Kizzy was finally close enough to be heard.  “Two please, anywhere is fine.”<br/><br/>After giving her name and being told it would be a twenty five minute wait, she threaded her arm through Cait’s. “Come on.  I’m sure we can find a seat at the bar.”  Tugging the redhead behind her, the dark haired woman wiggled their way in between the small waiting crowd.  They were able to find one empty seat, to which Kizzy insisted they share.<br/><br/>The bartender was cute, playing up the Latin lover look.  Dark eyes and hair, a painted on muscle shirt over a body that begged to be touched.  His smile as he greeted the women was dangerous, filled with a promise of things he could do.  There was a female bartender as well, but she was focusing on some of the male patrons, her equally tight shirt and well built body drawing attention and more than tips.<br/><br/>“What can I get for you ladies?”  The purr in his voice made Kizzy blush as she wrapped an arm around Cait’s waist so they could both sit comfortably.   Not being one to drink often, she was left at a loss for what to order, looking to her landlord for direction.