What do you do? What do you do when a character you've admired, lusted after, steps off the page of a book and into the club you're celebrating a friend's birthday at? Your friend, she hit you because you were staring.
"That trannie," You say, "She is amazing." And you buy everyone a round of shots, and then she, the trannie, comes over and introduces herself to you. You smile, manage to be smooth from the through the vodka fog.
And the night rolls on: dancing, male strippers, female strippers, table dancing, table falling, a fight.
And at the end of the night the trannie comes out of the VIP section, looks you dead in the eye and says, "I know, you know? White."
And that's the last thing you remember.