“Barkeep, I’ll have a Ginger & Malibu please in a tall glass. Something dainty like me.”
The bartender looked up. Didn’t react in any way, and resumed washing the glasses to the sound of the Packers’ game on every screen in the nearly empty bar. He finished up, wiped his hands with a dirty rag and looked up at his client. “Double or single shot? Our bottles are metered.”
Melany arranged her wig and puckered her lips. “Double. I’m not thirsty, I’m sober.”
Without emotion the bartender tended to her request. She propped her foot up on the step by the bar, pulled up her nylons and looked around. “Is it always so empty in here?” the few customers left upon her arrival. He shrugged, kept his mouth shut and slid the glass towards her. “Eight fifty.”
“It’s ladies night. Don’t I get my first drink free?” She placed her hands under her boobs and shifted them around.
“Are you a lady?”
Melany, reaching over six feet with her heels, firmly grasped the bar with both hands. “What are you implying?” “Nothing. Just asking.” He assessed her impassively from top to bottom. “I’m not sure what you are, but the term ‘lady’ doesn’t come to mind.”
She took a deep breath. Wiped a tear that had already taken shape under her eye. Brushing her hair away from her face with her fingers she bit her lip. Pulled out her purse and paid her tab.
She wasn’t surprised. Yet she was hurt. This was after all 2013. Although society was accustomed to all sorts in bigger cities, this was a rural town. In a small sports bar. She second guessed herself, and was loaded with self-doubt when she walked in. The initial plan was to meet her friends at their regular place, but suggested Moe’s instead. Their reaction was instant “No way Sister!” Taking the easy route was never Melany’s forte. She took it upon herself to ram walls down. Provoke change. This got her hurt more often then not, but she assumed her friends would not let her down.
The door slammed shut with a bang. “What’s a girl gotta do to liven this dull place up?” The place was suddenly filled with feathers, satin and leather. And the colors! Pinks, purples, silver, and gold. It looked like the hang out for a Mardi Gras parade performers. Melany smiled, and her tears became tears of joy. Her friends had not let her down, instead they gathered the troops and surrounded her with what appeared to be every single cross-dresser and tranny in the tri-state area.
“Did somebody say it was ladies’ night? A round of Champagne for all my friends!”
This is a Studio 30 Plus writing prompt. My best friend from Canada is transgender. Although she’s never quite experienced this scene, I’m sure she’s lived through something similar. I met with her during my trip back home. She promised me an interview, I can’t wait to introduce her to you. If you have any questions you want me to pass on to her, please share them here!