so Kinky Boots was ridiculously fun and I wrote this at midnight on the car ride home. it’s a WIP, part of a bigger thing that I will find time to write who knows when. for the rare person who has not seen the boots Stark Sands wears briefly towards the end of the show, this is from his instagram
“Can I get a jack on the rocks?”
“You got it,” the bartender said, slapping a coaster in front of him. There was a crowd of people at the other end of the bar and she drifted off towards them, and Mike leaned against the bar and waited.
His gaze wandered around the room, looking properly for the first time. When he entered the club, he’d been dazzled by the amount of feathers and glitter everywhere; it had seemed like a rather over the top strip show, to be sure, but nothing fundamentally different. With a more critical gaze, now, he noticed a few unfamiliar elements. Some of the performers were undoubtedly drag queens; their makeup was uniformly excellent, but not all of them bothered to cover bulging biceps or stubble, or even to disguise their voices. And now that he looked again, he doubted all the women were straight, either. A few of them were wearing pinstriped suits and seemed to be devoting most of their attention to the women in the audience. There was an unusual number of those, too. It was the closest Mike had ever seen to an equal-gender audience at a strip show.
Something was wriggling in his stomach, but he laced his fingers together and forced himself to be calm. He was here for Rudy’s bachelor party. It had been Rudy’s idea. There was no need for him to feel any way about it at all.
His scan of the room ended at the corner of the bar, and there he lingered. There was a man leaning against the bar, like him, except he was very obviously a performer. There was a light sheen of makeup on his face, accentuated with eyeliner and coral pink lipstick, and he was wearing some kind of mesh thing that barely qualified as a shirt. The most striking thing about his appearance, though, were The Boots. Scarlet leather, laced halfway up his thighs, with at least a four inch heel. They had to be a devil to get into, let alone walk in.
“What do you think?”
