An Unexpected Encounter

Alexander entered the bar with trepidation. He really, really hated going out to new places to get fucked up, but dealing with his friends at the bar just down the street from his place wasn't an option. He'd -- albeit accidentally -- wrecked his best friend's car into the side of the bar. To be fair, he'd told everyone he wasn't fit to drive and they insisted. But they were still pissed, and Alexander didn't need to see the bartender glaring at him and asking 'Where's the six grand it's gonna take to rebuild my bar, you asshole?' so he'd switched it up.

This place was located downtown, in the less clean-cut neighborhoods and the dirty neon signs glowing out front. He didn't mind the look of the place, he just really wanted to get fucked up and forget everything that had happened. Unfortunately, the place was packed. There was a dance floor to the left filled with swiveling bodies and speakers blasting out music so loud he couldn't even begin to figure out what was playing.

Alex ignored all that. He didn't care much for dancing, it really wasn't his thing. Instead he made his way to the bar straight across from him, which was completely void of all places to sit. He grunted in irritation and ordered up a nice glass of whiskey and a beer. Once loaded up with alcohol, he turned around and searched for one of the empty booths he could occupy. From where he stood, there looked to be a nice empty one in the corner.

However, as he reached his destination, Alex found himself face to face with the wierdest thing he'd ever seen. It was a man, hunkered down in the booth and clutching his purse. Yep. Purse. His face was painted up with eyeshadow, a light lipstick, and a shit ton of glitter. If you were just looking at his face, you'd assume he was a woman, what with the perfectly tousled black hair down to his shoulders and the perfectly arched eyebrows. His facial structure was distinctly feminine too. But as soon as you reached his body, everything went man. His chest was barely covered by a crop top as skin tight as plastic wrap -- and about as transparent -- and he was wearing turquoise tights -- with nothing on underneath, quite obviously -- that cut off a few inches above his black stilettos, that were, if he was to judge, about six inches in height.