Chapter Six
VICTOR
Gavin didn’t tell me we were meeting at a gay bar. I’d never been to one before, but the rainbow flags and absence of women were a dead giveaway. Plus, the bartender was a drag queen. I think. The few times I’d watched Drag Race on television were the only times I’d ever seen one before.
“Oh my, what do we have here?” The bartender batted her spidery eyelashes. She was wearing a tight black t-shirt with the word Barcode in rainbow colors stretched over the largest boobs I’d ever seen in real life. “I’ve never seen you here before. What’s your poison?”
“Can I have a coke, please?” I stammered, awestruck by her curly violet hair.
“A handsome boy like you can have anything he wants.” Seconds later, my drink was in front of me. “I’m talking to a friend over there.” She
