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She Likes Girls

A Breznick fanfiction

"Hey," a taller man giving off 'classic dad' vibes slid into the barstool next to Morgan. She did a double-take and realized he was talking to her. "Uh, hey," She gave an awkward, tight-lipped smile, aiming for her signals to hit him in the face.

"You want something to drink?" He asked. All Morgan wished was that she could disintegrate into dust in the snap of a finger. That was until this extraordinary lady strolled through the low, stained doors of this hell hole place they call a bar. She couldn't keep her eyes off her caramel skin. 

"Uh, yes please," the words slipped out, unaware of the man still in front of her. "I'll take a dry Martini," Morgan slowly ripped her eyes off the pretty lass and became attentive to the situation. "I'm Alex, you?" She took a deep breath as he introduced himself. "I'm- I'm Morgan," 

Morgan watched as she came closer to the counter, her hips swaying gracefully as she walked. Looking her up and down slowly as Alex ordered her drink. 

"We should slow down, I was moving too quick," he turned back to give Morgan her drink. It surprised her how nice this man was, the sudden admiration caught her off guard. "I can read the signals from a mile away," He reassured, taking a sip of alcohol. 

Morgan chuckled nervously, he must've caught her checking out the chick beside him. Though she was looking down at her swirling martini, Morgan raised her head to face him with a wince. "Oh dear…" She trialled out with a ring of laughter followed by Alex. 

"I say give it a shot," he took another sip.

"Woah, woah… yeah, that's oughta be a no,"

"Then why go to a bar? C'mon the worst she could do is say no, it's not like you know each other," he hesitated, slowly looking up at Morgan. "do you?"

She laughed again. "Gosh no!" Mumbling a little 'I wish' before taking another gulp of her beverage. 

"Then ask her out,"

"...Alright."

She honestly didn't know what it was that made her stand up and walk towards Claire. Was it the alcohol bringing a newfound courage, was it the random stranger that just hyped her up about it? Possibly both… 

Just as Morgan started to reach her she turned around, the two doctors almost knocking into each other. "Gosh, I'm so sorry, ma'am," Morgan got a good look at her eyes, a beautiful golden brown that the party lights glistened off of. Her brown sugar hair, she could just visualize getting her fingers intertwined with. Everything Morgan thought was amazing about her before was a million times better up close. 

"I- I uh…" Morgan was lost for words at her sight. She looked back at Alex for a quick reassuring jester, only to watch him play with the lemon on the side of his glass. Morgan looked back at the angel in front of her and tried to gain the courage that had just fled from her back. 

Morgan cleared her throat and managed to squeak out her name. "Hi, I'm Morgan," She backed up a fraction, the quick flash of disappointment in Claire’s eyes going unnoticed. "Claire, nice to meet you," 

Her smile made Morgan melt into the ground even more. Claire’s soft hands meeting her dry, cold ones made her flush, this time with embarrassment. But she didn't mind, coming face to face with the blonde, Morgan’s hands were the least of her interests.

"Uh- would you like something to drink?" Morgan hasn’t asked out a girl before, being new to this endeavour made her much more anxious.

"I… just got something to drink," she smiled, trying to ease the tension.

"Oh-"

"But, I would love to sit with you,"

 A grin grew where her upset expression currently was.

"Great!"

News Flash: Morgan also has attachment issues.