Chapter Fifty-Two
The Lizard Lounge
“A mirror is only as good as the light above it.”—Beryl
When Mex and Bunnie headed into the Lizard Lounge, Mex had no idea what a lounge was, never mind a lizard. And neither had any idea that Beryl, along with half a dozen drag queens, would soon be there.
The room was dark and smoky with a few empty tables and a couple of pinball machines in the corner repeating annoying chimes.
Bunnie pulled her Johnny Gets Legless leaflet from her bag.
You work hard, you play hard
Now you’re looking for something spicy, sensual, spellbindingly different?
Something to tickle your senses—your fancy—your nether regions?
Come down under to the erotic event of the century:
The Johnny Gets Legless show.
Bunnie looked around at the barman whooping over a pinball
