It was a short five minute walk from the bus stop to the bar. It felt like hours, I slipped at least five times. Luckily, I managed to not fall. I guess wearing high heels in the winter is never a great idea. I was coming from work, and as always, I was under dressed.

Finally! I got to the bar, shoved the bar door wide open (trying not to bring a foot of snow in behind me), and almost threw it off its hinges. It was awhile since I had been to Jack’s Bar. Nobody really knew the bars name. It just had ‘Bar’ written on it in big red letters. We called it ‘Jacks Bar’ for two reasons; Jack was the owner, and people who went there had ‘Jack’.

I sat down at the back of the bar, and made myself comfortable. I was a little bit nervous because I had not seen Jesse in well over five years. We went to high school together, and grew up in the same neighborhood. After high school, Jesse moved to California to pursue her career in design, and I stayed in Montreal to pursue my studies in psychology. She started a small clothing company, and I started working for a local school board as a psychologist.

I got tired of waiting for Jesse so I decided to drink alone for awhile. It helped me warm up. After a few drinks I saw a familiar face walk into the bar. But something was a little bit different. She wasn’t the Jesse I used to know. She looked really different. She wore high leather boots, a black miniskirt, and small hooded parka. She had died her hair black, and her eyebrows looked pretty dark. She was hot, and suddenly my lesbian side kicked in.

“Sabrina!” she yelled at me, I jumped up and gave her the biggest girly hug ever. I felt her breast pressed against mine through her jackets, and some very dirty ideas quickly crossed my mind.

The night was a fun mix of alcohol and catching up.