Pairing: YulTi (Yuri/Tiffany)
Genre(s): romance, fluff, slight angst
Word Count: 2,717
Summary: Tiffany’s accidental visit to a girl bar leads her to meet Yuri and forces her to make one of the most important decisions of her life.
Written for the 24-hour challenge at unniefic
Prompt: You can't make the same mistake twice, because the second time you make it, it's not a mistake, it's a choice.
Tiffany walked into the dark bar, eyes sweeping over the space as she assessed it, hoping that it hadn’t been a mistake, coming in here. She had never even really noticed the bar before despite the fact that she walked past it all the time. Sure, if someone had asked her where the closest bar to her apartment was, she would have told them about this place- not even being able to tell them the name- but she had never been inside herself.
And she wasn’t planning on making her first visit to the bar tonight. But on her way home from work late- still in her high-waisted black trousers and nice blouse- she’d somehow managed to catch the interest of some guy on the subway who proceeded to try and talk to her and even went as far as to follow her off the train at her stop. He had been getting more and more insistent as he followed her down the street and taking no notice of her attempts to tell him that she wasn’t interested.
When they were just two blocks from her apartment and it was clear that the guy wasn’t going to leave her alone, Tiffany knew she had to come up with a plan lest he find out where she lived and she didn’t want that. Sure, he probably wasn’t dangerous, but she didn’t want to take any chances. So she’d glanced around, trying to find a populated place that was still open at this time of night.
She had begun to panic when she saw that most of the cafes were already closed, their lights off and doors locked. The stores weren’t open either. But then the neon sign of the bar had caught her eye and the sight of a large bouncer outside the door brought a flood of relief through her limbs.
Discreetly, she had dug through her purse getting her I.D. ready and then when she was just by the entrance, she veered off, shouting a quick goodbye over her shoulder before the guy even knew she was leaving.
One glance at her I.D. and the bouncer had waved her in and she was home free so to speak, leaving the confused guy alone in the middle of the sidewalk. Tiffany thanked her lucky stars that the man hadn’t tried to follow her in, maybe assuming that she was meeting someone here. But for whatever reason he’d decided to give up, she was grateful.
Looking around the place, it seemed nice- small tables lit by tiny modern looking lamps, a long bar made of shiny black marble, and a small dance floor. She was certainly glad that she hadn’t escaped from one guy only to throw herself at the mercy of eight more in a sketchy bar. Actually, she didn’t see any men when she scanned over the room, but she merely shrugged, glad that she could finally relax.
And though the man who had been following her before had most likely wandered off when she’d entered the bar, she didn’t want to take her chances, so she decided to have a drink at the bar to buy some time and so they wouldn’t kick her out for not ordering anything.
Tiffany walked to the end of the bar furthest front the entrance, sitting on the second to last bar stool and sitting her purse on the counter between her and the wall, happy that she’d been able to find a somewhat secluded place to sit- it was late and she wasn’t in the mood to make small talk. She just wanted to spend a little time here before heading home where she could crawl into her warm bed and fall asleep.
Thinking of home, Tiffany pulled her cell phone and fired off a quick text to her roommate, Taeyeon, explaining what happened so she wouldn’t be worried. She’d immediately replied, offering to come down and meet her, but Tiffany assured her that she was fine and that she’d just have one drink and then head home.
Just as she was slipping her phone back into her purse, the bartender walked over to her, all smiles and warm eyes, asking what she’d like to drink. Tiffany took a moment, trying to decide what exactly she was in the mood for since she may as well enjoy herself if she was going to buy a drink anyway.
“Mmm…I’ll have a cosmo please,” she finally said, returning the smile of the girl behind the bar.
While the girl flitted off to make her drink, Tiffany scanned the room again, noticing once more that there were no men here. She frowned in confusion, continuing to look as though if she kept looking, guys were bound to appear.
“Here you go,” she heard from her left, making her immediately turn back, smiling and the girl and thanking her.
“Hey, why are there only girls here?” she asked when the bartender lingered near her, most likely to be sure she liked her drink. Though at the question, the girl’s eyes became wide with shock before she burst out into a fit of giggles. Tiffany watched her laughing, completely confused.
“I don’t want to shock you,” she said, calming herself slightly, “But this is a girl
Tiffany stared at her blankly, taking a sip of her drink. The bartender sighed.
“It’s a gay bar for girls.”
Tiffany nearly choked on her drink.
“Like…lesbians?” she whispered, making the bartender laugh again.
“Yeah,” she nodded, finding the customer’s shocked and confused face rather endearing, “I hope I didn’t just crush your hopes of meeting prince charming here.”
“Hm?” Tiffany turned back to the bartender, tearing her eyes away from the all-female crowd she was staring at again, “Oh, no. You didn’t.” She laughed, taking another sip of her drink.
“That’s good to know,” the bartender smiled, “I’m Yuri, by the way.”
“Tiffany,” she replied, reaching out to shake the other girl’s hand, “Actually this worked out for the best because I came in here to escape a guy who followed me off the subway.”
“Well, he probably got the message that you aren’t interested in him if he saw you come in here
,” Yuri joked, making Tiffany laugh, a hand coming up to cover her mouth.
“You’re right!” she giggled, “This worked out better than I intended.”
“So you’re not going to run out the door then?” Yuri asked, turning away to heed the call of another customer.
“No, I’ll stay for a bit,” Tiffany smiled.
“Be right back,” Yuri promised, before she began to talk to the new customer.
Tiffany took another sip of her drink, taking the moment alone to survey her surroundings again. And this time she noticed that there did seem to be some couples amongst the women, making her wonder why she didn’t see it before.
Truthfully, she wasn’t sure how she felt about the whole thing. Not that she had anything against lesbians or anything. She just…had never felt like thinking about her own sexuality. She was always too busy with friends and then her job, that dating was always pushed to the back burner. And she’d wondered about whether or not she liked men before, but she hadn’t felt like pulling at that thread because it just seemed easier to ignore at the time.
Now, she was feeling a bit uncomfortable with no one to talk to. As her eyes roved over the rest of the room, she noticed a few people staring back at her. They obviously thought she was into women if she was here. What if someone hit on her? What was she supposed to say? I have no idea whether I am attracted to women or not? That’d be pretty awkward.
Fortunately, Yuri returned, grinning at her and making her forget about her worries by pulling her into conversation again.
They talked for the next two hours, only breaking when Yuri had to serve other people. And Tiffany ended up having two more cosmos even though she swore she was only going to have one. But it was hard when she had the bartender’s full attention the entire night.
Admittedly, she was a little drunk by the time Yuri was off duty, offering to walk her out. Tiffany leaned against the other girl, giggling madly as she was lead out into the crisp night air.
“Which direction are you going?” Yuri asked when stood outside the bar on the mostly empty sidewalk.
“Right,” Tiffany said, pointing toward her apartment building.
“I have to go left to catch the bus…but I can walk you home if you want,” she offered watching as Tiffany swayed slightly in her pumps.
“No I’m fine,” Tiffany grinned, swinging her purse over her should with attempted finesse.
“You sure?” the other girl asked, grabbing Tiffany’s shoulders to look into her eyes– trying to gage whether or not she’d really be okay by herself.
“Of course,” Tiffany giggled, taking the opportunity to lean forward and peck Yuri’s lips as though it was the most natural thing in the world, completely shocking the other girl, “Thanks for talking to me!” With that she turned to walk home, but Yuri’s hand on her wrist stopped her.
“Come visit me at work again, okay?” she said, “I work next Tuesday night.”
And then she let go, letting Tiffany walk down the sidewalk with only a slight stumble in her steps.
Tiffany sat on the subway, fingers toying nervously with the straps of her purse. She was on her way home from work- late again- and she couldn’t get her mind to calm down. It was Tuesday, the day that Yuri had told her to come see her at the bar. But everything was so complicated.
She hadn’t even meant to go into that bar last week. She’d never intended to go to a girl bar in her life. But somehow, that’s exactly where she’d ended up, escaping from a man no less. And on top of that, she’d met Yuri who was really sweet and fun to talk to. So of course she wanted to see her again.
But was she actually interested in her? Yuri at least thought she was since she had kissed
her the last time she saw her. Tiffany mentally face-palmed at the thought. How embarrassing! She had been drunk and she kissed a girl she just met when she didn’t even know if she liked girls or not. Great move Fany
, she congratulated herself.
And now it was Tuesday- time to make a decision. She could just go back home like usual and watch some bad TV with Taeyeon or she could make a leap of faith and go meet Yuri, an act that could potentially changer her life forever. The pressure to make a decision had weighed on her shoulders all week, yet she still hadn’t made a decision, even as she stepped off the subway and ascended the stairs onto the sidewalk.
If she was honest with herself, she’d have to admit to dressing nicer- a little sexier- for work that morning, wearing a pair of fitted, tapered black pants that showed off her shapely legs and a cream colored chiffon blouse that showed off a black lace camisole underneath. But that was all just in case. In case she decided to go to the bar.
But even as she stood outside the bar, staring at the neon sign and trying not look like she was suspiciously lingering to the bouncer, she didn’t know what to do. The idea of going home and curling up in a pair of sweatpants was so tempting, but whenever she thought of Yuri and her friendly smile, she couldn’t make herself walk away.
If she walked in now, she would be intentionally and knowingly going to into a girl bar. And she’d be going to meet a girl.
Last time, she could chalk it up to pure chance that she’d walked in there and she could blame the kiss on the alcohol. If she wanted to, she could call it all a mistake and go home. But…she didn’t want to. She wanted to go inside and she wanted to see Yuri.
Having finally made a choice, Tiffany pulled her shoulders back and walked to the entrance, showing her I.D. to bouncer with shaking hands before walking inside. Unsurprisingly, it looked the same as it had the last time except this time, Tiffany was more conscious of the fact there we girls dancing together on the small dance floor and girls cuddled up close at many of the tables.
Nervously, she glanced toward the end of the bar where she had sat the last time, relieved to see that it was vacant.
Hastily, Tiffany made her way to the second to last seat, setting her purse in the same place as she had before and resting her chin in her hands as she waited for Yuri, who so far hadn’t noticed her, to finish up with the customer she was with.
When the other girl’s eyes found hers though, she felt her heart stutter as Yuri smiled at her, holding up a finger in the wait one minute
gesture. Tiffany nodded, watching as Yuri called a girl with lots of piercings in her ears up to the bar and spoke to her before she walked around the front of the bar- which was on the completely opposite end from where Tiffany sat- coming towards her.
Tiffany was nervous, feeling her stomach twist with nerves, but the genuinely happy demeanor of the other girl made her feel better. She slipped off the barstool she was perched on when Yuri stood in front of her.
“Hi!” Yuri greeted her even more enthusiastically than she had been the week before, “I’m glad you came back!”
“Yeah…” Tiffany trailed off, feeling her cheeks flush, “Me too.” And her voice sounded so small and timid- so unlike her usual self. But she managed to smile, Yuri’s infectious smile too much to ignore. And then the other was pulling her to a vacant couch on the other side of the bar where they had some amount of privacy.
“Sorry about last week,” Tiffany began, fingers raking through he straight hair, “I didn’t mean to drink that much.”
“It’s fine,” Yuri grinned, “I was just worried about you getting home alright by yourself.”
“Well, luckily I live only two blocks away and I wasn’t that
drunk, so I made it,” she giggled.
“Oh! I love this song!” Yuri suddenly squealed, “Let’s dance!”
“I don’t really dance-”
“You’ll be fine,” Yuri assured her- on what grounds, Tiffany didn’t know- and dragged her to the dance floor, immediately starting to move with the beat. And if Tiffany hadn’t been intimidated by the idea of dancing before, she certainly was after seeing Yuri easily move with the music- hips swaying and waist twisting- making it look so easy.
“C’mon,” Yuri urged, “Just dance.” Like that was all there was to it.
But Tiffany began moving to the beat, well aware of the fact that she looked completely stiff compared to the girl next to her, but when Yuri placed her hands on her hips to help guide her, she forgot about all of that, and not because Yuri did it in a sleazy way like guys did when they were trying to cop a feel- she was really just trying to help. And the fact that Tiffany was still such a spazz had both of them practically falling over laughing, leaning on each other for support.
“Sorry I ruined that for you,” Tiffany laughed when the song ended, making way for a mid tempo song that she didn’t know.
“No you didn’t,” Yuri chuckled, “That was definitely the most fun I’ve ever dancing to that. It was an unforgettable experience to say the least.”
Tiffany blushed, suddenly not in stitches any more as she locked eyes with Yuri, feeling her heart jump in her chest. The next second, Yuri pressed her lips against hers softly- no more intense than the drunken kiss, but so different with the way it had lights bursting behind Tiffany’s eyes and sparks igniting in her stomach.
And she knew that she’d made the right choice.