After Jane’s quick greeting was over, she made her way past the bar, not seeing Leslie, and disappeared into the back of the club.
“You like her?” a voice asked.
Leslie turned around a little startled to find that her watchfulness had been observed.
“Yes, I suppose. She fascinates me,” Leslie said truthfully.
“You haven’t been here before, have you?”
Leslie gazed at the woman in the black t-shirt and skirt. Fairly unremarkable, was her first impression, although the woman’s head was shaved bald and she had a half dozen earrings pierced into each ear. In her left ear, the earring at the bottom hung almost to her shoulder.
“No. It’s my first time.”
“Sometimes she runs things here, Jane does,” the woman went on informatively. She’s like an electrical current. You really should see wh
