“Well, it seems like you’re here with your own troupe, Sweetie. Care to perform a number?” she asked, and I was seriously tempted, until Sparkle shouted out, “We’re on sabbatical.”
“Too bad,” Gloria pouted, “we could use a couple of good drag queens up on this stage.”
“Honey, I’d settle for one good drag queen,” I quipped.
“Now, now, no hitting below the belt, which, by the way, is going to come down over your pretty, little ass if you don’t behave,” she threatened.
“Promises, promises,” I dared back.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” she announced into the microphone, “there’s going to be a ten minute intermission while I go and teach this randy b***h a thing or two about Midwestern manners.” Then, before I knew what hit me, and much to the crowd’s delight, she grabbed my hand and pulled me of
