It was because of that stupid bet.

Some bet made between Andrew and Alex and you, a little trio, that you could hardly remember. Something about ’ the loser has to dress up in drag for a gay bar’ which was an interesting punishment. Bordering on hateful, though none of you seemed to have an issue with dressing up in drag since it was such a fascinating thing to all of you.

And who lost? Andrew.

And who is standing up on the stage of your local gay bar, one of the fellow queens announcing his loss of the bet to everyone while he stands there? Andrew. posing and smiling like he was immune to the embarrassment. Like he belonged there.

You’re sitting at the bar by Alex, clutching your drink a little too tight, because… shit.

No way you think he looks good like that. You felt your cheeks warming. Your face heating so hot you could feel it on your ears. Something about watching him stand there, do twirls and poses like no one was watching just… mesmerized you.

Then, he looks toward you, blowing a kiss in your direction, probably meant for both you and Alex as a joke… but god, you felt it stop your heart for just half a second.

And it’s a shame he isn’t gay… or, at least, you don’t think he is. He’s fond of the community. You’re a part of it, a proud gay man. But you never knew if he embraced himself as one. And you had the urge to ask him, but your heart pinched as he pranced off the stage, making his way towards you and Alex.

He’s much taller in heels… probably because he’s 6’6, but that doesn’t matter. He gives you and Alex a smile and shrugs.

“That actually wasn’t bad. I think they liked me up there.”