Fulfilling Zsuzsi's demands, I didn't meet Adri for months. I still couldn't figure out why I held so strong onto a relationship that made me feel good so rarely. I went back to my pretending days, which made Zsuzsi much happier, but for me it meant sleepless nights and several hours spent staring at the ceiling whenever we slept together. I always wondered why I can't finally end my misery - not THAT way - but couldn't make the move. The only things I managed to lose, were my longing after Adri, and a few kilos I really shouldn't have because it made me look like Ally McBeal.

It's probably needless to say, despite Zsuzsi's ultimatum, and the probe she stuck in my ass, I still talked with Adri for hours on the work phone at least once or twice a week. I was finally able to see our relationship in a platonic way, so at least my self-punishment had an upside. Curiously enough, we switched roles this time. Just as I supported her after her broke off engagement, she encouraged me to come to my senses, and leave this relationship that felt so awful to me. My brother didn't pick his words so carefully. He mentioned things like "kick her out" and he used a different word instead of "her". Truth to be told, he never liked Zsuzsi, as he considered her a "chewing gum" girl - his words - which made the things even worse between Zsuzsi, and the much more important people in my life. The icing on the cake was, Sanyi knew that well Zsuzsi was just a rebound for me, so he considered staying with her even more stupid.

We'd been together for almost half a year when I finally made up my mind, but I still didn't have the backbone to break up with her decently. I just started to be my real self, hoping she'd fed up with metal chick Fanny quickly, and break up with me. Maybe it would've been better for my conscience if she was the one who steps out of the relationship. Maybe I wanted her to have it her way, to be on the higher ground, cause I was well aware how awful I've been with her. Doesn't matter, because it didn't work. I refused all her invites to the cultural events she liked but I didn't, I started going to concerts again that she hated, even had a pair of new tattoos made, while I knew well she wasn't comfortable that I have any so much that she even looked up numbers of tattoo removal places. After a time I started to do things even I hated, just to piss her off, but nothing worked. We argued a lot, she threatened me with leaving several times, if I didn't change, but she never did.

Then I gave up. After I was trying to make her leave for a month or so without any result, I stood in front of her, and told, we shouldn't continue like that. That was my most honest action in our entire relationship, also was exactly the one that angered her the most. If I said our break up wasn't among the nicest ones, that would be like calling Hitler an unpleasant man. As it had been predictable, she yelled at me, but I was ready for that. It also didn't surprise me, that she threw things at me angrily when I brought her the stuff she left at my place, and I was prepared to not get back my stuff intact, which also proved to be true. Some of the things she called me were even worse than what I thought about myself at the moment, and given that I considered myself a heartless bitch who played the other's feeling to get herself together, that says a lot.

The only thing I wasn't prepared for that she'd take our issues to our workplace which was exactly what she did. If our relationship would have been a secret before, the day after our break up it wasn't anymore. At first, they talked about it behind my back, but after Zsuzsi came into my office and threw a huge scene there in front of four witnesses, nobody felt the need to be discreet about it anymore. I did my best to calmly bear her offenses, and despite my intention, it just made everything worse for Zsuzsi. I've been already much more popular than her, and the way she handled the breakup, just convinced them about it even more. Despite it - or exactly because of it, I don't know - she found a reason to publically disgrace me every week, and that slowly made me hate myself even more, than I did during our relationship. That was the first, and only time when Sanyi told me he wished I was straight, because he would have put a guy in hospital for that kind of behavior.

It went like this for months, and I had less and less doubt about I deserved exactly that. I closed in, and started to avoid everybody in there. No matter how many times Adri said over the phone, or in person that it's not my fault, and Zsuzsi was overreacting, I couldn't tell her that's not entirely true. She would've asked what I meant by that, and I had no answer for a question like that from her. Looking back, the most ironic thing is, Zsuzsi was never even close to the truth. She never figured out neither my initial reason to get together with her, nor that how I've never been myself around her. It was better this way, honestly. If she knew the real reasons, probably wouldn't just Sanyi's and my IWIW wall would've been full of messages about what a huge cunt I was.

After a time I broke. I loved my colleagues, and the city, but not at all the Fehérvárian Fanny, so I had to move. I started to look for a position in Pest, preferably close to Adri. At the time my intentions were honestly simply platonic, I wanted to be closer to her, because along with my brother, she was the closest to me, and I wanted to meet her more often than the one or two monthly we could find time to. I was free of lovesickness, even if the cure happened to be more toxic than a bite from the most venomous snake. Given my breakup provided the much-needed reality TV content to our base, and affected negatively my job, my boss didn't exactly fight to keep me there. After I found a position in Pest - surprisingly, at the same base as Adri - I was transferred in quickly. I mean quickly by military standards, which was still two months, but as soon as I was in the new place, my generally positive attitude returned almost instantly. The salary was still crap, the hostel where I was accommodated was a shithole, I've been alone for months, still, I was as happy for my life as someone who just got released from prison after years. I couldn't be bothered even by the fact that at my new workplace all the other women avoided me, and all the men acted with that certain ooooh, a lesbian! curiosity I knew all too well.

"They gossip about you around here" Adri told me at one of our lunches together.

"You don't say!?" I looked at her with wide open eyes.

"Be serious" she scolded me.

"Why? It's just gossip, it'll go away as soon as some other rumor-worthy happens."

"Oh. Did I get my crazy joyful Fanny back? That can't be possible."

"Maybe," I winked "And if you aren't more careful, you'll find yourself in those rumors too very quickly."

"Maybe if you weren't winking at me" she laughed "then they wouldn't misunderstand the situation."

"What would that be good for? The rumor fades quicker if there are two people to gossip about."

"You're nefarious."

"You mean practical," my eye quivered, but Adri stopped me.

"Don't you dare to wink!"

We looked at each other, then began laughing.

"My, oh my, I missed this so much," I said wiping the joy tears from my eyes.

"What, to drag me into the rumors?"

"I'm the mean ladykiller, have you forgotten it? And to be honest, we both know, it takes two to tango."

"Well, if you don't stop it, they'll think we already did that tango."

"So what? Haven't you ever heard that one can be called your true best friend only if they make your family question your sexuality?"

"Maaaybe, but when you are involved, it does have a little bit different tone, don't you think?"

"Did you just made a..."

"Yes, I did," she cut my sentence in half. "As the best friend, I'm entitled to have three insults daily about lesbianism."

"One."

"Let's make a deal. Two."

I sighed.

"Okay. But only because you're hot."

A brief smile showed on her face, but then she immediately soured.

"Damn, sorry, Kitten," I raised my arms defensively "I didn't mean it like that. You know I would never actually drag you into a situation..."

"It's not that," she stopped me. "Just it was the first compliment I got in months. Funny, isn't it?" she said with sour smile. "When your lesbian friend appreciates you more in a joke than your boyfriend does seriously."

"Why haven't you told me this?" I asked with a shocked face.

"You had your own problems."

"I did, but what kind of a best friend I am, if you feel you'd bother me with your problems?"

"The kind I didn't want to make feel even worse with my minor problems in her difficult situation."

I looked at her scoldingly.

"Don't you ever do such thing again. If you can't find support in your best friend, then in whom?"

She smiled, but that seemed bittersweet, not as genuine happiness.

"I knew you'd say something like this."

"Of course I say something like this. And now tell me why I have to hate that pig Tibi!"

"There isn't anything particular, but... but, he doesn't care about me anymore. When he is at my place, we eat, then he sit in the living room watching a match hardly speaking anything with each other. When we're at his place, he orders something to eat, then he sits in his living room with some video game. When..."

I stopped her.

"I might get lost somewhere, but it sounds like you were describing a twenty-year long marriage, not a few months long relationship, when you should still be in the doing it like rabbits period."

"But this is so calm and peaceful. We give each other space, we enjoy our own little things..."

"Separately."

"It's much better than what we had with Laci. With him, it was always as he wanted. Tibi gives me space."

"The space isn't important in the first period of a relationship. Be honest with yourself, Kitten. Don't get me wrong when I'm saying this, but to me, it seems your relationship is more romantic with me, than with him."

"I've seen where the passionate relationships lead."

"You mean like the one I had?"

She hummed once, probably because she didn't want to tear up the wound, but also couldn't hide that she was talking about exactly that.

"It... It wasn't a passionate relationship. It... I don't really know what it was. Temporal insanity. Maybe. The passion is not like this. Don't make the same mistake I did."

She looked silently at me for a long moment.

"Okay, I'll think about it" she said finally.

"Oh-ho-oh. You don't get away so easily. You couldn't possibly believe you would."

She sighed.

"I didn't. What's the price to get you off my back?"

I wondered for a second. I know that well the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, but judged by the few things that Adri said, I had to break her up with Tibi. Not because I wanted her to myself, I long got over on that. Not even because I'd have had any dislike about Tibi. I just believed my best friend deserves much more than a relationship, that's as passionate from the beginning as a bowl of raw rice.

"One party" I said after a long pause. "Saturday night. Just you, me, and that whole lot of people who'll dance there."

"You know I'm not that much of a partygoer."

"That's exactly why it will bring something fresh in your life."

She looked into my eyes, then sighed heavily.

"Okay. Let's do it. But no funny business."

I showed two to her with my fingers.

"You used your quota for today."

"I wasn't joking" she said with a smile, but I had no illusion that it wasn't a joke.

Her relationship with Tibi only lasted a few more weeks. Despite all her objections, Adri had really great time in that party, even better three days later in the cinema, where she could never drag Tibi with herself, and it wasn't any different next weekend when we joined Sanyi and his family on their hiking trip to the Pilis mountains. I dragged Adri with me to a whole lot of places, and she felt great everywhere. She wasn't hurt even when I left her alone with my brother and his family on the hiking trip, to join our tour leader in her tent. When next morning I returned to ours with a rather messy, however satisfied face, Adri used her daily lesbian joke quote in five minutes, but she wasn't upset. In fact, I think that was where she actually calmed down about my intentions. If I wanted something from her, I wouldn't disappear to have a one night stand when she was around.

In the next weekend, it was Adri who left me hanging so she could join my brother and his wife on their bicycle tour around Lake Balaton, where - huge surprise - Tibi didn't want to join her. We had a few movie days, and one shopping day too, which I've always hated, but it was Adri's revenge for the Apocalyptica concert I made her come.

Curiously enough the breaking point came on a day we had not planned anything together. I had been living in Pest only slightly more than a month when on a calm Saturday night I was spending in the company of a dating site and half bottle of Bailey's the phone started to ring in that crappy accommodation of mine.

"Hey, Kitten, can't you survive a single night without me?" I said jokingly in the phone.

"A bottle of whiskey, you, here, now" Adri told with upset voice. She wasn't crying, she didn't sound sad either, but oh boy, she was really REALLY pissed off. This kind of commanding tone was very unlike her, but I would lie if I said it didn't surprisingly fit her. Of course, it had to mean something really serious happened, cause she wasn't like that ever since I've known her.

Half an hour later I rang at her apartment door with my pre-packed survival package on my back. I always kept a backpack at home, with sleeping gear for occasions like this. And by this, I mean the nights I spent far from my crappy little room, which, ever since I moved back to the capitol, meant the family visits and our girls' nights with Adri.

She angrily opened the door. I got to admit, it was not the look I was expecting from her. Her hair was well done, she wore make-up, and her dress was rather revealing, especially for her taste. She would've been extremely hot if she wasn't steaming mad.

"Come in!" she waved and as soon as I closed the door behind me, she was sitting in the kitchen in the company of two empty glasses.

I sat in front of her, took the whiskey out of my backpack, and before I could do anything with it, she grabbed it from my hand and poured into her glass, and drank it. Then she repeated the procedure twice before I covered her glass with my palm to stop her.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I kicked him out."

"You kicked him out?"

"I did indeed."

"Why? I mean... why now?"

She took two breaths then started to talk.

"He came over late afternoon, because we agreed in a date for today. We were going to eat out, but of course he wasn't in the mood for that, and wanted to stay here. I said, okay, but I've been at the hairdresser, I put on makeup, and bought brand new sexy lingerie and a new dress just for this occasion, so I really didn't feel like staying in after so much preparation." The words torrented out of her mouth in a rapid succession that was absolutely unusual from her.

"What did he answer?

"Nothing, just asked why wasn't it enough for me that I went out so much lately. I said, it would have been enough, but he never accompanied me, and I really want to spend some time somewhere out with him."

"A justified argument, for sure."

"Right? He said, if I wanted to have some alone time with somebody, why didn't I ask my lesbo friend out. I asked back why he felt the need to emphasize my 'lesbo' friend. What do you think he said? I know well why he felt it was important to emphasize. I neglected him ever since you moved back to Pest, and it's suspicious why we spend so much time together if there wasn't anything between us. It pissed me off so much, I couldn't even say a thing at first. After the first shock, I asked if he really believed I would cheat on him. Yeah, he ddid. I asked him why would I invite him every single time, if I fucked you. He couldn't answer, just stammered, then finally said he still didn't like it. He rather not see me going out with you, cause you'd seduce me from him eventually. I told him if he wants to lose me, he can keep acting like that, it will get me there quickly. Then he said, he still don't want me to meet with you, because he doesn't like what it changes me to. I asked, what he didn't like. That I sometimes have a good time outside the apartment? He said, yes. He didn't fell in love with a partybitch. That's where I started to yell. I'm a partybitch? I've been to a party twice the last month, all the others were peaceful times with friends. He said he wasn't interested in these. I asked, if that was my fault. I wasn't interested in having sex only once a week and hearing as many human words as I would if I had a cat instead of a boyfriend. Then he came up with the excuse that he thought that's exactly what I wanted. I asked why he thought it, if I could hardly spoke to him about anything. He muttered something about he has never been the talking type, the communication we have was enough for him. He isn't jealous if I find someone to satisfy this need with others, but it shouldn't be with somebody who's..."

"Lesbian?" I asked so she could stop for a second before her head overheats from the tirade.

"Who might want to sleep with me. I told him even if you wanted to screw me, I would still say no, and the top of it all I was in the most fragile and available possible situation without you making any signs of taking advantage of it. You think he answered that with a decent thought? No. He told, he can't know that, I might just say it to calm him down and make his suspicion go away. It angered me even more. Asked if he thought I was lying. Ooooh, he didn't say such thing, but he couldn't believe a lesbian could be only friends with a girl like me. I asked what kind of girl he thinks I am. He said: 'beautiful'. He wasn't able to imagine somebody who's interested in women can look at me as only a friend. I couldn't say anything for seconds. I stared at him until I calmed down enough to say, whether he realized despite the accusations it was the most beautiful thing he told me the last few months. If he showed just half this much of care, I wouldn't have gone out so much lately. He asked why I can't understand that he is not the type who can express his feelings well. Too bad, I told him, cause I need to feel important from time to time. Oh, he can't do that. And he don't want to feel conastantly threatened by my 'so-called platonic' friendship with a lesbian. If I wanted to stay with him, accept him as he was. I said he doesn't have to feel threatened, just change a little bit on his behavior toward me. He said he can change a little, but can't compete with you. I asked if he was trying to say he wanted to break up. Oh, no, he doesn't, he just doesn't want to feel like he had to compete. I said, it was too bad because I can't do anything about it. He told I could, as he felt it because I go out with you a lot. I asked if he meant it like I should cut ties with my best friend to stroke his ego. Weeeell, he didn't say that, but yeah, that would be the best. I wanted to clarify this, so asked again, 'Are you saying then it's Fanny or you?' He shrugged, so I told him immediately: 'good, it's Fanny then'. He became angry, and yelled something like if my friend was more important to me than him, then he has never been important enough to me. I told him there was nothing like that until he started to give me ultimatums. Sure-sure, but he won't be second in my life. I said, that's exactly how he could make himself the second. But okay, if he doesn't want to trust me so much, just get out of my life. He swore and stormed out the apartment. Then I immediately called you, and now we are here." By the time she stopped, she literally breathed heavily, as until now almost forgot to breathe during the rant.

"Whoa" I shook my head, but all I could think of what an awful friend I was for not doing the same for Adri, when Zsuzsi came up with the same idea. "It must've been some argument. Are you sure you thought over the break-up thoroughly?"

"Yes, I am. This evening was the last chance I wanted to give him. I needed to get some emotional reaction, and if the jealousy was the only one he could come up with, then screw him."

I sighed.

"I'm so sorry, Kitten. I know I pushed you toward the breakup, but I'm still sorry it happened."

"Don't be. You were right. It's better to be alone and searching for the right, than wasting time on a relationship with someone who makes me feel alone."

I let go of her glass, so she took the bottle in her hand, and poured a round for both of us.

"Cheers" I raised my bottle.

We drank the whiskey than slammed the glasses onto the table.

"You know" Adri explained "I can thank you for all of this."

"For what?"

"Standing up for myself. I've never done such thing before. It seems your stubbornness is contagious."

I shrank a little.

"Now it feels even worse that I didn't stand up for our friendship a few months ago."

"You kidding? A forbidden friendship?" she smiled. "Like I was third one. I've never been the third one before."

"If you aren't careful" I covered my self-consciousness with a joke "Zsuzsi and Tibi's suspicions will turn out to be true."

She laughed.

"No, nothing like that. But I'm happy that both of us are free of our bad relationships."

I poured another round for both of us, then raised my glass.

"To never have another one like these."

"Cheers" she said as we clinked our glasses."

After we drank our whiskey, Adri looked at me determined.

"Now get yourself together. I won't let the whole day of preparation go to waste."

"M'am, yes m'am!" I saluted with my glass.

I wasn't exactly dressed for party. I prepared for a talking heavy girls night in, not to go out. Adri, on the other hand, looked absolutely stunning, especially since she got rid of her initial anger and was able to smile again. And that smile... that smile could melt icebergs.

We ordered a cab, and while we waited, I did my best to get myself into party-ready state, but I still looked like I came from a moshpit, not someone from the crowd of a fancy downtown bar, while we were going to go exactly there.

As we stepped out of the apartment, we bumped into Tibi, who brought all of the stuff Adri left at his place. Needless to say, he was convinced he caught us in the act, and he didn't change his opinion even when I swore to him to the grave of Kurt Cobain that nothing has ever happened, nor would between Adri and me. While Adri went back to her apartment to collect Tibi's stuff, we got into a rather heated argument, even though it was one of the rare occasions when I wasn't looking for the confrontation. I didn't consider him a bad person, I still to this day think he wasn't, but he also didn't belong to Adri. To whom he would belong is still a mystery to me, as somehow he managed to mix the qualities of the silent macho and the nice shy men in the least possible appealing way.

After they exchanged their stuff, Adri and I took off to the Pest night. We probably couldn't have chosen a more cliché activity, even if we tried. We went to that fancy place, sat on a stool with our backs leaned on the bar, and tried to figure out what brought others there.

Quite the amount of alcohol went down on our throats, when Adri finally spun with her stool and laid over on the bar.

"Fanny?"

"Yup?" I asked as I turned too.

"Will you be honest with me?"

"I'm always that" Shut up! I know, only mostly, don't be so judgmental!

"Do you find me attractive?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course, you are incredibly attractive."

"If we met first in a lesbian bar, would you have tried to pick me up?"

"Kitten, whatever you have in your mind, you are not in the condition now to..."

"No-no" she stopped me. "I ask only hypothetically."

"You sure you wanna know the answer?"

"I'm positive."

I sighed. It was one of the questions I would probably have avoided to answer if I were sober, which I was really not at the moment. She was way to much of my type, both with her personality and the looks to not be a love at first sight.

"Yes" I answered. "Probably you would've been the first I tried. You are hot, funny, and smart... really a textbook case of you get what you see."

She nodded as much as that was possible with her head resting on the bar.

"Sometimes I wish I was a lesbian too" she murmured. "Why can't I meet with your male version?"

"In fact, you've met my male version. Just he's taken."

"Sanyi?"

I nodded.

"He's so damn hot" she sighed wistfully. "I'm so envious of Marcsi. They are so cute together. And understanding too." She slowly sat up and looked at me. "Don't you have a cousin by any chance?"

"A male we don't" I laughed. "But if you are patient enough just ten years and you'll be the perfect MILF for Ádi."

She smiled, but it was more like an "I got the joke" smile, than a sign of actual happiness.

That was when a guy stepped behind my back.

"Are the ladies here together?" he asked curiously.

I turned with my stool, to see who that is. As much as I can admire the looks of a man, I liked what I saw. He was tall, handsome, strong, but not gymrat level of strong, his haircut was elegant, and had a little stubble, which along with the custom tailored suit gave him an undeniably cool and attractive looks.

I glanced at Adri, and saw she was checking out the guy too. Not just checking out pretty much drooling for him as much as it could be visible in her case. What was that saying about falling off the horse?

I slowly got up from the stool, and patted the guy on his shoulder.

"Unfortunately not, pal. She plays in your team."

As I gave him my place - which he accepted with a well-mannered thank - I glanced back at Adri who was looking at me angrily, which I answered with whispering "you're welcome." I knew her better than believing this wasn't exactly what she wanted deep down. I watched them as she offered her hand to the guy, which he accepted with a courteous introduction, then I withdrew to a calmer corner of the bar, from I could keep an eye on them.

It must be some kind of Murphy's law that exactly now when I had no intention to hook up with anybody I was approached the most times of my life. Sure, most of them were guys, with whom I wouldn't have done anything either way, but it doesn't mean I didn't like when I was hit on with style. But it wasn't one of those days. I rejected even the only one of the suitors, on whom in another day probably I would've tried my luck. She was a rather attractive fortysomething woman, who didn't even try to be subtle with her approach, but I couldn't leave my friend without protection. It might've made me a voyeur, but I didn't care. I liked what I saw. Adri was smiling, flirting with the guy, it couldn't be any clearer she was showering in the attention she always deserved. I'm not sure if I had ever seen her like that before, but she was cute as she tipsily tried to give her most seductive performance. Not just tried, she was killing it. The conversation with the guy clearly turned into more intimate, which eliminated all the possible doubts about whether it was a mistake to facilitate her breakup with Tibi. Nobody behaves like this after a few hours of being single again, if the relationship had any future.

A few minutes following the first try, the woman approached me once again.

"Is it the guy, or the girl?" she asked without greeting me again.

"What?" I returned to this Earthy plane after being pretty deep in my own thoughts.

"I asked whether it is the guy or the girl."

"Neither, I just look after my friend."

"Oh!" she said as she sat down without asking. "So it's the girl then."

"I'm not into her" I protested still watching Adri and the guy.

"Who do you want to fool? Only people in love look like that."

"Have you never heard of someone protecting her friend? It's a meat market, not the Sunday school."

"Oh, I did hear about such things, but then one doesn't watch the other with eyes like yours."

I took a startling glance at her, then turned back to watch Adri and her guy.

"She's straight, isn't she?" she waited for an answer, which I didn't give her, so she continued. "Oh, sweetie, it's not worth it. Straight and bi girls always get you burnt."

I looked back at her once again.

"What exactly you try to achieve here? I won't leave my best friend without protection for a one-night-stand."

"Then at least can I help you in guarding her honor?"

"Whatever" I waved.

About five silent seconds followed, but then she spoke again.

"Does she know?"

"Does she know what?"

"That you are in love with her."

"I'm not in love with her" I burst out.

She gave me a don't bullshit me look, which prompted me to amend my previous statement.

"Anymore. I'm not in love with her anymore."

"So you have been" She showed quotation marks with her fingers during the 'have been' part "in love with her. Then why do you torture yourself with staying around her?"

"Shut up!" I burst out a little more vehemently than I wanted. "Just because we'll never be together, we can be friends."

"Right" she nodded. Of course, the last thing she meant with that 'right' was the literal sense of it.

"What do you want from me exactly?"

"Just to help."

"Sure. Look, generally, I'm really all over for the assertive, gorgeous fortysomethings, in any other nights you could already drag me to the toilet with you, but not today."

"Whoa" she looked at me genuinely surprised. "You really aren't the shuffling type, are you?"

"What would be the point in that? And it's not like it wasn't clear about you that you only want me for sex."

Adri stood up, gently fondled the guy's shoulder and whispered something into his ear, then went to the direction of the toilet. She waved at me with her head to follow her, so I looked at my momentarily speechless conversation partner.

"Would you excuse me for a minute?" I asked as I left to the ladies room.

"I won't go anywhere" she shouted after me.

When I entered the toilet, Adri was waiting for me, half sitting on the sink.

"You won't get away with it" she scolded me.

"You like the guy, right?"

"Really, VERY much. He's handsome, he's well mannered, and he gives me compliments..." she burried her face in her hands and let out a huge sigh. "Fanny... would you consider me a slut if... if I sleep with him tonight?"

"Not at all! Why do you think I pushed you into his arms?"

She smiled.

"Would... would you please..." she stopped.

"Call myself a cab, and go home? Sure. That's the least" I smiled at her reassuringly.

"No. Would you... I've never done such thing. You know, taking a stranger home. I'm too afraid to be left alone with him. Would you... would you please follow us, and sneak in the apartment? I know, it means you should sleep on the couch..."

"Consider it done, Kitten" I stopped her mid-sentence. "But since the night turned out to be so great, would you be against it if I brought someone too?"

"The woman who sits there in that box with you?"

"Yup."

"Bring her" she winked at me privily. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I thought it would be you who takes someone home tonight."

"Hey!"

"Georgina Nagy" she answered.

"Who?"

"Blonde, tall, is a tour leader in the Pilis? Does it ring the bell?" she laughed. "It's so typical I remember her name more, than you do."

"Guilty as charged."

We smiled at each other for seconds, then I hugged her.

"Have a great time, Kitten."

"You too, Fanny."

We left the ladies room together, Adri went to the guy and touched his shoulder gently, so he stood up, and clasped her waist and lead her out the bar.

I watched them leave, then hurried to my box, and stood in the personal space of the woman who was waiting for me there patiently.

"Do you still want to want to pick me up?"

"You really aren't wasting your words" she grinned.

"Yes, or no?"

"Yes."

"Do you have a car? I'll tell you the address."

While I was in the bathroom, she regained her composure, and with it that all-knowing smug I usually hate in others, but in her case somehow I found attractive. Probably I wouldn't be far from the truth if I said she knew more about what and why I do, than I did. And she didn't seem bothered by the fact that she got me easier than she originally planned.

"I have" she said while she was standing up. "Let's go. I'm Timi, by the way" she introduced herself to me by offering her hand.

"Fanny" I answered while we shook hands. "How do you feel about being called Kitten?"

Timi looked in the direction of the bar entrance, then back at me, and shrugged in the accompaniment of a wink.

"Why not?"