"You can't kick us out, we haven't done shit!" I screamed as the hauled my friend Tucker and me out of the barn. "Let go of me you hick!"
"Yeah, yeah queen. Of course you and your butt buddy haven't done anything. No keep walking." He was a big brut with thinning blonde hair and a tattoo of what looked like a woman being raped by a leopard with mange.
"Seriously, it was the two guys behind us. We didn't even have anything to throw," Tuck protested. The big-and-nasty had us both by the back of our necks. The big red door opened and we were both thrown out onto the dirt. I got dirt all in my thong and Tucker got dust in his gold boots. I stood and kicked the ground with my high-heel leather boots and but my hands on my hips. I didn't care how gay I looked in the middle of a dirt parking lot in my transvestite get-up with a guy in a little more than a gold Speedo and matching boots.
"They can't do this to us. Not after the trouble I went to find this place. And there is a VIRGIN in there too! Good, she must be mortified. Some people have all the luck." It was a bitch to get tickets to this thing. Not too many people in backwoods Louisiana quite understood the concept of a good ol' Indie cult film such as the Rocky Horror Picture Show, which was what we were watching until the Brad and Janet pair behind us decided to throw food at the big screen and blamed us for it. I had to talk to a guy who knows a guy who dated a guy (yeah, gross) who went to school with this girl who knew about the Midnight Barn Theater in the woods.
I yanked the key from the very small pocket in the back of the corset and began to walk to the car.
"Are we just going to leave Theresa?" Tuck was a nice guy, but almost was too nice. It made you want to hurt him. "Todd, we can't leave her."
"She knows the way back. Now let's go. You never know what kind of sick creeps are looking for a pretty boy like you."
"You're the one in drag. Would they go after you?"
"I could be anymore unattractive in this if I shit myself. Besides, you look like a guy more than me."
When we arrived at the car I cranked it and backed out the parking spot. It was and old Honda from the 80's with about a bagajillion miles on it. I drove a while and then Tucker looks at me.
"Did you hear that?"
"No. Shut up." I was pretty scared and just wanted to get to the hotel room we had bought for two nights. It was nearly thirty miles away. But then I heard a noise. Then another. 'Oh God,' I prayed in my head. 'I promise I will never wear drag again, just promise me that you won't let my car break down. Sure enough, there were two louder bangs and the car shut off. This was bad, but it was going to get worse, way worse.