The Turn (part 2)

Like most folks who worked at the club Tiff liked Zoe. Every time they’d interacted she’d been nice, if not overly sarcastic. She figured it wasn’t her being abrasive so much as it was her personality to be that way. They’d never hung out or talked much outside of work so she didn’t know her very well.

Which is why she found it odd that she had sought her out in the bathroom.

“Was hoping I’d find you in here.” She was even shorter than Amy was which made the height difference in conjunction with their two states of dress (or in Tiff’s case undress) almost comical.

“What’s up?” Tiff asked, trying to sound casual, but she was wary over what Zoe might have to say.

“I’m sorry for crashing your party. Honestly didn’t have any clue what y’all were doing out here. If we had, I personally would’ve given you your space.”

“It’s fine. Just glad you were both cool about it.” Tiff said, still waiting for Zoe to get to the point.

“I will cut to the chase. I have zero desire or intention of trying to get between you two and those two guys out there tonight.”

“That’s good to hear.” Laughed Zoe. She had been a bit concerned that adding the two new girls into the mix would complicate her plans with Clay this evening.

“But I think we both know that Bridget doesn’t feel the same.” Zoe had intense electric blue eyes, that even Tiff who considered herself to be as straight as they came, had to admit found alluring.

“Well Bridget’s always been a bit of a bitch.” Tiff answered honestly.

“Exactly. I was trying to get with Sean tonight when he got off working the kitchen when she ambushed me with that bottle of tequila. Said she needed some ‘Girl Time’. It was her idea to come down here and interrupt you. I think she overheard you and Amy talking about it in the pro shop this afternoon and intended to catch y’all in the act and try to cut in and steal one of the guys for herself.”

“She has always had a thing for Carson.”

“Oh definitely. Like you said she’s a bit of a bitch.” Zoe laughed, “Which is why I propose a sort of truce. We work together.”

“I’m not sure what we can do.” Tiff was intrigued, but she answered honestly. “It’s mini golf. Kinda hard to rig.”

“No. But we can try and make it so we put her in as large an opportunity to embarrass herself as possible. We work together to make sure that we get her as badly as we can and I will do everything I can to keep her from getting between you and your guys.”

“Don’t have to twist my arm. I’m in. What are you thinking?”