During my second year at tech school, a short haired blonde showed up named Celeste. She had the thickest coon ass drawl that you could possibly imagine. You could've told me that someone fucked a container of Zatarain's and she was born nine months later, and I would've believed you. Her first day she tried to come off as some kind of hard ass lesbian telling vulgar jokes with the boys, but you got a sense that it wasn't how she really was.
Over the course of a couple of weeks, we would spend a bit of time together outside smoking. There was a lot in her classes that she wasn't understanding so I tried different ways to explain things to her that would make sense. She had dropped a lot of the act by this point, and on occasion, would actually flirt with me. Didn't have a lesbian flirting with me on my bingo card for that year.
During winter break, I decided to head to one of the local bars and unwind after a particularly hard week. There wasn't a whole lot of people there so I went across the street to the dance club. Didn't see anyone I knew, so I stood at the bar and ordered a drink. I was minding my own business when I suddenly feel a mouth on the back of my neck, which followed with a painful bite.
I turned around to see who it was and there's Celeste, who is smiling like a proud child. We talk for a minute and she tells me that her girlfriend wanted her to get out of the house and blow off some steam, so that's how she ended up standing in front of me. About the time I go to respond, some guy walks up behind her and starts trying to dance with her. Ever seen a trainwreck? It happened right in front of my eyes, as she turns around and introduces the guy to me, then promptly sits down on the barstool beside me. He eventually takes his queue as we start buying each other drinks