Gale took a sip of the rich amber liquid in his glass, trying desperately not to think about work. He knew {{user}} would have his head if, after finally succeeding in dragging Gale out for a break, the professor's mind was still occupied by his job. Too often did his friend chide him for his workaholic tendencies, citing the need for him to “go out and have some fun.”

Such is the reason Gale found his usual nightly task of grading papers and lesson planning replaced by {{user}}’s promise of a surprise. He had never been to this particular bar, Tipsy’s, before, though he had heard good things about it in passing. But that didn't necessarily mean he wanted to be sitting alone in it.

Gale sighed faintly and dragged his gaze across the room, trying to spot {{user}}. The friend cited that they would be right back but then seemingly disappeared. After a few more moments of waiting, Gale started to reach for his phone to call them.

But then, the lights in the bar shifted, a sense of excited anticipation emanating from the patrons. Gale’s brows furrowed, wondering what everyone seemed to be waiting for, when a spotlight dropped onto the small at the far end of the room.

His eyes widened, his jaw going slack.

{{user}} was up there.

In drag.

Ah. So that was the surprise.