Chapter One - Wrong Place, Wrong Time
"Dammit Phil, these directions are shit", Dan muttered to himself as he paced down a London street looking for the bar he was supposed to be meeting his friends in. A crumpled piece of Hello Kitty note paper from his flat mate displaying a sketchy drawing and a few scribbled notes was clutched in his right hand, as his left searched through his pocket for his phone.
"Fucking hell!" The battery was dead and Dan had no way of contacting Phil, nor any other YouTuber, whom he was supposed to be having a drink with.
The reason he was arriving alone, and had not left the apartment with Phil, was simple. He had been with a girl. The Internet was unaware of this girl and that's the way Dan wanted it to stay, at least for the time being. He had only know her a month or so and any time he wasn't on the Internet, being ironic or a combination of the two, he spent getting to know her.
Dan fished his phone out of his pocket again to check the time, another muffled profanity spilling from his mouth as he remembered it was dead. It was dark, cold and he could just about feel the rain in the wind. He knew if he didn't find the place soon he would either be arriving with hobbit hair or not arriving at all.
It was at that point a glowing sign caught his eye. It read: 'Pink Punters'. In his rushed and flustered state Dan didn't realise what was jumping out at him from the exterior of this bar. As it was the only place he had see in a while logic told him this might be where his friends were waiting for him, and he distinctly remembered Phil saying it was called something along those lines.
Upon entering the obvious smacked him in the face. The bright colours, the exuberantly dressed people and, of course, the name - Dan had stumbled into the best LGBT club this side of London.
Unsure as to whether he should leave immediately or attempt to look for his friends, Dan found himself a good five minutes later still standing there taking in his surroundings. As much as the Internet would love to believe it, he had never actually been to a gay bar and this one was far from what he had expected one to be like. The atmosphere was friendly and there were a lot of people dressed over the top, but it was not overly-sexual and no one had tried to hit on him yet.
At that moment a magnificently tall woman bumped into him.
"Sorry darlin'" she said with a smile. Only the she was, in fact, a he.
The guy was wearing a curly blonde wig, a sparkly outfit, copious amounts of glittery makeup and a pair of 6 inch heels.
After realising Dan was staring in awe he turned to face him properly and gave an introduction.
"My name's Chris. By day that is - tonight I'm Becca!" He giggled.
Dan found his eyes wandering down to the high heels, something that Becca didn't miss.
"My shoes aren't the only 6 inch-ers I've got." And with a quick wink and a swing of the hips Becca trotted off into the crowd.