Post by Brandon Napier on Aug 5, 2011 0:12:05 GMT
Max's Bar was inviting. It was a very inviting place to a sixteen year old who didn't want to be asked if he was the right age (18) to drink. He was in drag, though, so no one was going to ask a woman, or someone who looked like a woman, their age. I mean, come on. That's just asking for a slap...
Well, about an hour, and quite a few drinks later, and the sixteen year old in drag was now a drunk sixteen year old in drag... With a blonde wig... And high heels.
Now, Bam could walk in heels normally. He used to steal high heels from shoe shops so he'd look taller when he was thirteen. He'd been about 5 foot when he was thirteen, so he'd been fairly self conscious of his height at thirteen...
Though, he'd only grown seven inches since then...
Tripping over the curb, Bam giggled hysterically and stumbled to his feet before falling against the nearest building and pressing his chest against it to not fall over while continuing to giggle. He pushed his wig out of his eyes and giggled again.
At least he was smiling.
Well, about an hour, and quite a few drinks later, and the sixteen year old in drag was now a drunk sixteen year old in drag... With a blonde wig... And high heels.
Now, Bam could walk in heels normally. He used to steal high heels from shoe shops so he'd look taller when he was thirteen. He'd been about 5 foot when he was thirteen, so he'd been fairly self conscious of his height at thirteen...
Though, he'd only grown seven inches since then...
Tripping over the curb, Bam giggled hysterically and stumbled to his feet before falling against the nearest building and pressing his chest against it to not fall over while continuing to giggle. He pushed his wig out of his eyes and giggled again.
At least he was smiling.
