They had barely reached their table before two cocktails were delivered. Freya sipped hers while Brianna buried her nose in the menu. By the time the food arrived the inside front of Freya's dress was starting to feel slick with drops of milk. She kept pulling on her dress, sure that everyone could see it soaking in.
"Why are you fidgeting?" Brianna finally noticed. "And blushing. Is something bothering you?"
Freya was beginning to suspect she was farsighted, but thought Brianna would look cute in glasses.
"I'm just.. starting to think I should wear a bra."
"Why," Brianna's eyes dropped down to her breasts for a moment. "They look fine."
"Yeah," Freya squirmed, "But someone might see that.."
"If they see," Brianna dropped the charade, "then we can just use the chronovac to make them forget."
"I suppose," she blushed.
"Or make them not notice. Maybe they already can't notice?"
"Did you already..."
"Why don't we finish dinner and then we'll find out."
Freya took her meaningful glance into consideration. A short meal later and Freya had Brianna's hand in hers, and was navigating gracefully down an iron staircase down to the lower levels where the night crowd was dancing. She spun her partner out onto the dance floor, then followed her, men and women alike changing direction to get out of her way. Freya strode up to her and touched her leg, running her hand up to Brianna's neck.
Brianna choked, her eyes watering from the gentle, but firm caress. Was this it? Was Freya finally going to take control?
Take control she did, and the two became the center of attention of the crowd, flirting with each other, but eventually allowing others to break in and taking a partner before moving back together.
Freya and Brianna found themselves dancing with separate men. Freya's partner was tall as her, dressed in a pressed suit with flat, dark colors, and when she let her hands rise up to his collar, felt a pin which turned out to be military insignia. Brianna's partner had a far more colorful coat, made from finer material, and was covered in an expensive cologne which made her lungs burn with every breath.
Freya stepped up her dance, moving faster and more directly with each step, her partner matching her and staring into her eyes with a cheerful challenge. Faster and faster they danced, forgetting the rest of the scene, until finally, tired, they stepped back to the bar, where Brianna and her dance partner were coming back to the floor from the bathrooms.
Brianna looked up at her partner, bitting her lips as she smiled, then over at Freya. "Hey, we're going to leave this joint. Benjaman wants to take us home and show it off... he claims he has mcmansion!"
"Well yeah," Benjaman, "It's bigger than that actually, I have a couple acres and..."
When he shifted, Freya realized how she was standing, leaning up against her partner, in his hands, their arms intertwined. "Sorry, but I can't.. you know I'm shipping out tomorrow, man..."
"Yeah, I'm sorry Jake, but, well," he grinned and nodded at Brianna, who was hanging off him by her elbow.
Jake laughed, his rumbles shaking Freya, somehow calming her like the purring of a cat or an engine, "Yeah, I get it. I'm sorry, I can't stay out much later. Or else I would totally be on board... Ma'am. I've got to bow out, but can I at least ask your name?" Freya answered, and he looked her in the eyes, smiling broadly, "Freya, I'll have to call in on you when I get back from my tour.. Freya, you should totally take Jake up on his offer, we're good friends and he isn't lying, it's the perfect place to end the night."