The really scary stuff happened on my way home. Tom had been texting me throughout the evening wanting to know when I would be coming by the bar where he works to see his costume. It was close to midnight by the time I got there, and this is what greeted me at the door:
The hair, the makeup, the tassels - I'm just not sure what to make of it all. He insisted that I come inside so he could buy me a drink, and who am I to pass up free beer? I only lasted about an hour, though. It was relatively awkward to watch him get groped by acquaintances and strangers alike. When I realized he was buying my drinks with his "tuck money", I decided it was time to go.
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That is disturbing.
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