I check my outfit over in the mirror and smile at my dress, it has a turtle neck (to cover the mark Tucker left) it has no sleeves so the top is styled like a man’s tank top, but skin tight and flows down into a skater style skirt. It is white with dramatic black flowers strategically placed in various places. I have black ankle boots on with a six inch heel and my hair is in two ponytails just below my ears. On my head rests a black cowboy hat. When I enter the bar no one notices me, my group of friends are all facing away from the bar, waiting for me to return that way so I climb on the bar and press my finger to my lips to the people who have noticed me for them to remain silent and I grab a mic and gesture for the DJ. Since the first night I did the bar dance ‘bad girlfriend’ has become my theme song for this so as the first few beats come through I lift my mic up and scream “oooowww” into it and then start dancing. I watch as my friends all turn at one and stare up at me.
