At the Bar - JACK!!
There were things you could do in California, especially SoCal, that you couldn't do anywhere else. One of those things was go drag when ever you wanted which Mirza did occasionally. But he especially did it on Halloween when it caused even more confusion by being drag in costume. There were layers and layers of deception. So that was what he had done.
Mirza had bought this cheap knock-off of a silk dress, dawning that and very convincing fake breasts and very lovely wings. Him? An angel? Well, at least in appearance. His hair had been straightened and then delicately curled like a teen girl about to go to prom. Even his make-up was Hella convincing.
So he had made his entrance, hips aswayin', some time ago and mingled about with a few of his Work Friends that he had invited. You could tell who they were because they weren't afraid of showing way too much skin. There had been a couple of dances which where surprisingly not awkward with his tiny, light wings. Then he had gone to the bar to get himself something fruity and full of tequila. Mm, strawberry margarita. His only complaint was that there was hardly enough salt on the glass. "Tsk, tsk. Wouldn't know how to coat a glass if it killed 'em."