"Can't you read the closed sign, Hunty?" a Lucy Liu lookalike shouted from behind the bar. "Mind your manners, Miss Gaysia," Glenda said as she stood up from her stool in black thigh-high boots and a belted cutout romper that was more cut than not. "Miss Franki's with me." "What's a 'hunty'?" I whispered, hiding my mouth with my hand. "A combination of honey and the C word," she replied and then turned to the bitchy bar queen. "She'll have what I'm having." Gaysia gave me a glacial glare and grabbed a glass. Ignoring the drag diva's dis, I tossed my bag onto the transparent, liquid-filled bar counter and spotted a holster on Glenda's thigh. "What are you dressed as, anyway? A frisky FBI agent?" She looked at me like I'd pulled a gun on her. "This is my private-investigating suit." If anything, she looked more like a slutty spy than a private eye. "You're not actually packing heat, are you?" "I'm just using this holster to hold my PI supplies," she replied, returning to her seat.
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