The bar was filled with men all around the place. In such a place, the only women in a gay bar included lesbians, staff members, and cleaners. Of course, some groups of friends included girls, but that was all.
Among them, surely, Abigail and Rosa stood out the most. Neither were staff, lesbians, cleaners, or friends of people. They were, in fact, in-laws standing among the gays and lesbians for the second time.
Rosa cursed under her breath. "I swear I creep out every time I come here." She pursed her lips. "Of course, no offense to our lesbo friends here. But the way they are looking at me…." She shivered as she felt a young woman's intense gaze upon her. "Damn it. Youths these days don't even leave us olds."
Abigail squinted her eyes. She was sure that woman wasn't staring at Rosa but herself! But why should she speak these words? Let the old woman have her day… uh, I mean night.
