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Luxanna Crownguard walked into the entryway of The Grind just past midnight to a remix of a Lady Gaga song blasting out onto the street. If the name and the music weren’t making it obvious enough that The Grind was a gay bar, the entryway was lined with flags of all colors of the rainbow. One of the few gay bars in town that hadn’t been infiltrated by straight women’s bachelor parties, The Grind was accepting of all letters of the acronym. The dance floor was populated with beautiful, writhing bodies, and the courtyard behind the building had comfy chairs and a coffee bar with glimmering globe lights strung overhead. Lux had been to The Grind a few times before to see their annual Queens & Kings Drag Extravaganza, but tonight was different. Previously, Lux had always been a spectator, but tonight she intended to be a spectacle.
Lux wouldn’t usually wear something this revealing, but tonight was different. Due to her recent breakup with her boyfriend of six months and school starting the next day, Lux had a lot to let go of. She had borrowed her roommate’s black faux leather dress, which was just a bit too small, causing it to sway just below the red lace underwear she had bought for her anniversary with Ezreal. When she first put on the dress she had felt self-conscious, since it was such a drastic change from her typical skinny jeans and a t-shirt. She was still much more exposed than usual, but with every sly look in her direction she began to smile and open up.
From the bar, Lux looked across the sea of dancing people washed in neon light and saw a beautiful red headed girl with a scar across her eye smiling hungrily as she looked Lux up and down. Lux winked in the direction of the redhead before turning to the bartender.
“Can I get a tequila shot please?” Lux asked above the noise of the club.
The bartender, a strong looking butch woman with pink hair and piercings, turned toward her and smiled. “Sure you don’t want to try the punch?” she said as she flexed her arms. She laughed. “I’m just kidding. You sure you want something so strong, though? Girls like you usually go for vodka sodas.”
“You’re not wrong,” Lux chuckled with a twinge of sadness. “But I just went through a breakup. I need a little something extra tonight.”
“Oh! Then don’t even worry about it, I’ll give you the breakup special.” The pink haired woman, using more bottles than anticipated, mixed together rum, tequila, gin, sweet and sour mix, Blue Curacao, and 7-Up.
Lux took a sip of the electric blue drink, which surprisingly, didn’t taste of alcohol at all.
“How much?” she asked, with a raise of her blonde eyebrow.
“On the house,” the bartender winked. “Go get ‘em, cupcake.”
Lux turned back to the dance floor and was sad to have lost sight of the girl with the scar. She downed the rest of the drink in one gulp and set the glass down on the bar. The song turned to something fast and upbeat, and the lights of the club responded in turn. Swaying her hips to the beat, she moved out onto the dance floor.