Lady Hunting by ladylace616
Jane and Daria live in the city in their late twenties. Daria is a novelist. Jane works at a tattoo parlor and has a steady boyfriend named Gene. She and Gene want to keep things fresh and exciting in their relationship so they agree to add a third person to their relationship. Daria agrees to be Jane’s wing-woman on her quest to find the new addition to her relationship. Jane hopes in the process to help her perpetually single friend Daria meet someone not so terrible.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
Jane was preoccupied, looking at herself in the bathroom mirror. She adjusted her breasts in her tight red tank top and smiled mischievously at herself. “Doing what?” she asked, distracted.
“I can’t believe we’re going trolling, looking for you a girlfriend,” Daria said.
“Daria! You said you’d try and be more open minded,” Jane chided her. They were in the bathroom of the local art museum. Jane had heard about a wine tasting party on the rooftop and of course she dragged her bestie along.
It was the perfect opportunity to find artsy gals, Jane said. She was on the market for a new girlfriend. Daria was in need of opening up her mind a little because Jane already had a steady boyfriend. They had been dating a couple of years and he had recently expressed a desire to add another person to their relationship. Jane was bi-curious. She agreed to her boyfriend’s proposition, on one condition.
“I get to pick the girl,” she said.
“I can’t believe Gene wants you to do this,” Daria said. “Oh please, how is there a downside to this for him? I bring home a smoking hot hottie and he gets to be with two women.”
Daria chuckled wryly. “I guess I hadn’t thought about it like that. But what about you? What about the risk you’re taking? Aren’t you worried he might end up liking the other girl more?”
“How could anyone like someone more than me? Did you not get the memo that I am the personification of the word ‘cool’?” Jane threw back her head with a throaty laugh. “Oh gee, aren’t I a dope?” Daria deadpanned. “But in the rare case-“ she insisted, but Jane cut her off.
“Quit worrying so much. So what if he ends up liking the other girl better? Then I would know that he was not the right man for me. And shouldn’t I find that out sooner rather than later?” she asked, eyebrow quirked.
Daria pursed her lips. “You might have a point there, Lane,” she conceded. Jane gave her a knowing look over her shoulder as she led their way out of the bathroom. They crossed through the spacious lobby of the museum and towards the elevators.
Before long, they were at the rooftop access. Jane paid for their cover and they slipped inside. It was hot outside, and everyone standing around in groups were all mostly young like themselves dressed in summer clothes.
There was music playing and lanterns hanging on strings strung up around the roof. There was a bar on the far side of the roof and a small fire pit with chairs scattered around it. A few people were seated there, but most were off to a side area with lounge chairs.
The friends went to procure drinks at the bar. Daria enjoyed the music playing and sipped at her glass of wine. She surveyed the crowd as she did so.
“What about her?” she asked.
She nodded her head to indicate a young blonde girl. She was ample in cleavage and chirping away animatedly.
“Too preppy,” Jane commented.
“Excuse me if I’m not familiar with your taste in women yet, being so new and all,” Daria commented. She was still taken aback by Jane’s recent admission.
Daria was strictly dickly. She had dated sporadically in college after she dumped Tom. She was a monogamous type of person, which is why Jane’s plan baffled her all the more. She could never imagine being self-assured and confident enough to allow a second woman into one of her relationships. Hell, she barely managed to make it out of her relationships alive when it was just her. She couldn’t imagine.
Jane liked to remind her often how long it had been since she’d been with anyone. She couldn’t help it if she couldn’t focus on much else besides her work. She didn’t feel the pressure to conform that so many of her generation did.
She didn’t need a house, kids, and a picket fence. She was happy with her loft apartment in the city and her cushy writing gig from home. Was she a hermit that preferred to do most of their writing in sweatpants? Yes, but who was she really hurting?
Jane wouldn’t stand for it. She wouldn’t allow her best friend to stay sequestered away for too long. She was always there to drag Daria out of her shell.
The last relationship Daria had been in ended messily. She seemed to have a knack for it. His name was Elliott and they had met at the library. He was also a writer with a neurosis to rival her own. He was a magazine editor. Their relationship ended badly when he took credit for one of her pieces during a dry spell. He had writer’s block and was desperate to meet a deadline. He was one of those writers who mostly smoked and stared at a blank word document on his computer. The kind of writer that doesn’t write.