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If there was one thing that was constant when it came down to their interactions - whether they be together or split up or somewhere in between - it was that Pearl always succeeded in saying something that had her losing her pupils from an intense roll. His argument in favour of the Hunger Games was no exception and further inspired Violet to keep browsing, knowing that she better pick the film now or else she’d be stuck watching some preteen cult classic for the next two hours.

The suggestion to pick up DVDs was ignored thanks to the startling prediction that this roommate arrangement wouldn’t be a one time thing. “You really think we’re going to have to bunk at every premiere?” Violet quizzed, trying to mask the concern in her voice as her gaze remained stone cold and set on the flickering screen. “Hey, they Notorious Bettie Page is on.” She reported delightedly, excitement buzzing through as she landed on a docudrama covering the life and times of arguably her greatest soul and aesthetic inspirations. “You know I can’t not watch this…”

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The process of beating one’s face sounds mildly aggressive at best but with Pearl’s careful precision of strokes and the gentle smudging of shadows, Violet found it to be quite relaxing and almost therapeutic. She opted to be the ideal canvas by keeping still and not making a single peep to distract the artist. There was a micro possibility that she could have gone out cold right there and then but the unveiling of the masterpiece kept her excited enough to hold onto her consciousness. Finally when the finishing touches had been undergone and the compact mirror was being passed to her, Violet opened her newly painted eyes to examine the creation. Smile lighting in a radiant competition to her glittered lids, she pursed her lips, ruffled her hair and struck a few poses as she fully immersed herself in this glitzy fantasy.

“Biiiiiitch, I love it,” Violet shrieked, her voice oozing with enthusiasm but the tone was admittedly drained from all the previous smoking. Picking up her phone that laid beside her, she angled the device and snapped a few glamour selfies, immediately uploading it to Instagram with a caption that of course featured a necessarily supreme amount of kissy face emojis. “Ugh, just look at huh,” She sighed happily, though quickly deciding that her moment of insane vanity was over and it was time to float down from that cloud. “I don’t wanna take it off just yet but I also don’t wanna fall asleep with it on, so I at least gotta stay awake for the first movie.” Padding back into the bedroom, Violet flopped onto the bed and turned on the TV to scan through the channels. “Which shouldn’t be a problem if we actually found something good. Something good and not basic unlike Hunger Games or whatever shitty teeny bopper movie you put on last time-“

Fake It Till You Don’t Make It ⇄ Pearlet

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“Yeah that,” Violet confirmed, matching his cheeky expression with a grin of her own. Usually she’s the blunt one but right now, she’s thankful that it’s Pearl doing the dirty work of addressing past escapes with no apologizes since she knew she could barely recall a time without getting flustered. Speaking of which, she appreciated how much the sleepy stoner was facilitating this night between friends by actively coming up with activities that they could busy themselves with and bond over platonically. Seeing as if they weren’t occupied with outlandish makeovers and hot boxing the bathroom, they’d probably be uncomfortably bathing and drowning in their thick sexual tension right about now.

Nodding in approval, the aerialist dove back into the cluttered makeup bag and found some purple glitter from the famed Sugar Pill line. Beaming excitedly she passed it over to Pearl and readied her eyes by closing them and leaning forward. “I swear if you get any of that shit in my eye then I’m gonna strangle you with my corset,” She warned teasingly, sticking out her tongue to accent that she was being lighthearted and not hostile.

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“You’d look a lot prettier if you’d stop swerving your fucking head, bitch!” Violet exclaimed, though instead of it snapping in delivery, it was followed by a combustion of giggles, thanks to the THC levels and not Pearl being dorky yet endearing….obviously. “Seriously hold still!” Almost missing the mark completely with her pencil, she swiftly grabbed the older’s jaw to hold it in place, loosening her grip only when Pearl obeyed and steadied his head.

After she filled in the outline, she pulled out some matte liquid lipstick and applied a generous coat. “There!” She declared, leaning in closer to carefully inspect her finished masterpiece. Finding a dinky little compact mirror inside the ratty makeup kit, she shone it towards her so she could see the end result. “Ooo la la, your lips are looking snatched for once. By the way, I recognized that brand as one of my ‘Kiss and Blow Job proof’ numbers so you’re good to go. I don’t know why you don’t use that instead of that shitty NYC one. Like remember that time in the back of the Uber and you had that red shade on and you thought it’d be a bright idea to-“ She stopped herself when she realized this high apparently didn’t come with a filter. Clearing her throat, she looked away shyly. “So, what did you want to do now?”

Fake It Till You Don’t Make It ⇄ Pearlet

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The spectacle that was awaiting her when the room was once again illuminated had Violet gasping from the hysterics. Eyes darting back from a cosmetic botched Pearl to her own busted mug beating in the mirror had her concluding that they were neither a sight for sore eyes nor high eyes. “Ugh I knew I was gambling when I decided to go for eyeliner or what I thought was eyeliner!” Vi defended, examining her reflection in hysterical shame as she realized that she used a rosy red lipliner to tight line her already bloodshot eyes. “But what about you girl, did you really fucking think that glitter was foundation? That should have been you look for the bearded runway-“ The brunette quipped, reaching over and rubbing it harder into the older’s face, laughing harder when she spotted her paws which were now tattooed in shimmery paste. “Ugh, okay… I guess it’s only fair we both get the door. Though I still think I pull it off,” Violet kidded, pulling out her phone and dialling the number for room service.

After merely sending the poor delivery boy into cardiac arrest, courtesy of their Tim Burton reject mugs, the two returned to the bath tub where they devoured the pizza they ordered. It was quiet as they ate, not a tense quiet, if anything - a relaxing quiet. Violet did break the silence though when she was struck with an idea. “You know, now that I know you own lipliner. I think it’s about time I teach you how to use it, bitch,” She snarked, waggling the stick she had abused before in front of the dirty blond. “Seriously bitch, wipe that sauce off your face. I’ll show you how to achieve my famous Chachki pout.” Once the food filth was cleared, she gravitated to his side of the tub, leaning towards him so they were only a breath apart. First she dabbed on some lip balm as lip scrub as primer before whipping out the liner and precisely drawing a pronounced cupid’s bow and pouty shape around his mouth, her breath steady but hot against his face as she worked. “Purse your lips back and hold still-“

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“Since when do you want to do mini challenges, bitch? You were never good at them,” Violet joked, unable to resist poking fun at the fact that this very activity was ripped straight from a Drag Race episode. “But I do commend you for being brave enough to challenge someone who could literally never look busted, so… ” Fluttering her canopy of lashes teasingly, she flashed him a face that screamed ‘Game On Bitch’ before reaching up to flick the light switch downwards. Immediately, she lunged for where she swore the bag was placed, rummaging around determinedly for a product that seemed promising. After compiling a bundle of undistinguishable tubes and compacted cases, she set them on her lap for easier access. God, she was really praying her sense of touch would work with her and not against her. Though this blind battle was lighthearted by nature, that didn’t mean Violet didn’t opt to win.

Figuring she’d probably need a brush or two, her fingers dove in for seconds, only to accidentally brush Pearl’s own. The moment was sickeningly cliche, the jolt of realization causing her to retract her hand as if his touch had been torched and as a result, she had gotten herself burned. Shaking it off, she decided to get to work on her visionless painting, running through the notions of her usual routine to the best of her ability. From the other end of the tub, she could hear the steadiness of the older’s breath. He too was clearly in deep concentration it seemed. After polishing off what she prayed to be gloss to her pouty brims, she decided that she was done. “Okay…I’m ready when you are….” The future winner alerted, rising upwards so she had a grip on the switch. “Tell me when you’re all wrapped up and we’ll unveil our masterpieces….”

Fake It Till You Don’t Make It ⇄ Pearlet

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I love how you are posting frequently again!❤️

Me too! Thank-you for your continued patience and support. 

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The limited stations that the hotel’s cable provider had to offer was doing nothing for her, each channel proving to be more mundane in content than the last. Groaning with impatience, she could feel her eyelids heavy, the hushed sounds of the boring programs being enough white noise for her to nod off. Except just as she felt herself being pulled under by slumber, the bathroom had cracked open, a suggestive voice echoing closely behind. Sitting upright, she listened to his plan of attack for the evening, nodding perhaps a bit too enthusiastically in cue that she was on board.

“God, would smoking even be necessary? I feel like I can get secondhand high just from being in here,” Violet joked, the wafting stench of weed overstimulating her senses the instant she stepped foot in the bathroom. “I’m kidding, bitch. Don’t be greedy,” She assured when she saw the look of hesitation on the other’s face. As he passed her a joint, she plucked it between her cherry pursed lips and gestured for him to light it. The initial hit went straight to her head, the warmth that coursed through her body imitating the heat of the hot boxed room. As she continued to take drags, she used her free hand to unlock her phone and browse online for this aforementioned ugly sweaters that they’d prank their favourite couple with gifting. “I don’t know about Jake but I know Kev hates the colour yellow. So like….a minion sweater maybe?” Stumbling upon a sweatshirt that just featured a mammoth sized face of the overhyped Pixar gremlins, she shrieked with laughter and showed the image to Pearl. “He would fucking die. Like literally. I’m almost scared that this would break them up….” A wicked grin laced across her lips as she took her final hit, smoke blowing everywhere. “Oops, added to cart…”

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“I was going to go out with Fame but I don’t know if I’m feeling it anymore,” Violet expressed with a shrug, fingers tracing the stitching of their shared comforter mindlessly. “She’s meeting that Boomer Banks guy somewhere since he’s in town and she’s been talking to him over twitter for ages. She wants me to come along though because she doesn’t want to give him the wrong idea.” The brunette rolled her eyes as a torturous replay of the beauty marked babe’s concerned rant flickered in her mind. “But I don’t know, I think I’d rather just stay in and watch a movie or something. She’ll probably end up having to take Max and I think she’d have a way better time with a ‘highly esteemed porn thespian’ than I ever would.”

Giggling at the thought of Max being subjected to an evening with someone whom she’d presumes vulgarity put the rest of the drag race girls’ locker room talk (or should she say werk room talk) to shame, she ended the conversation at that. Of course, she could have added in the part that Fame was active in reminding her that Boomer was “a fan of her work”, which according to the rubber doll meant he wanted to bone, but she figured that would seem….desperate. She was done being in competition with Pearl, in every capacity, and that last thing she wanted was for him to think otherwise. Reaching for the remote, she fired up the TV, shopping through the stations for something decent to watch.

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Violet was sincerely mulling over whether Pearl had taken up an improv class during their time apart because his performance as “vengeful ex that secretly has a thing for the best friend” was a scene stealer. When she was barked at in reminder of an apparent threesome, her hands flew to catch and stifle the roaring and startled laugh that rose out of her. Needless to say, it was a real selling point.

Never being one to sit idly by as all her limelight was stolen, the bondage babe threw in a few catty remarks of her own. “Yeah? Well speaking of Jake, you know he’s the one I’d rather have stuff me every night but since he’s shacked up with that precious ‘daddy bear’ of yours, I had to settle for second best….and when Katya wasn’t available…I came to you.” Feeling very Alyssa Edwards circa the RuPaul Roast challenge for laughing hysterically at her own jokes, she had to regain the pillow to mute yet another shrieking chuckle. She knew it would especially be a convincing charade since Kevin of all people knew how Violet liked to get impossibly kunty in retaliation.

The report that their performance certainly got a rise out of Kevin had Violet helplessly squealing in laughter, letting out all the hysterics she had to hold back from mid-act. When she finally came down from her giggle high, she sighed. “God, we’re fucking terrible…” Though the way she said it, you could practically hear the smirk in her voice. Readjusting her spot on the bed, she sighed again, a sudden wave of silence lingering through. “So… do you have any plans for tonight?” She asked lamely, desperate apparently to continue the good energy they had going.

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What ever happened to your fic? I loved it❤️

Anonymous said to isthatconceited: Will this continue? :( I just love both of your writing and this story line so so much that if it ended, it'd ruin me probably 3 (sorry if it sounds like I'm just being impatient! Kisses)

Yeah I mean, I think so. If anything, the holidays are a pretty busy time but hopefully we’ll have more on the way after that slows down. Thank-you for your continued expressed interest though!

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Little did most know but could probably guess, Violet was no stranger to pornographic performance art so this stint of theirs should have been a cake walk. However, even in pursuit of a charade, her knees were growing wobbly and her flesh threatened to bleed sweat. Understandably so too, since they were mocking a hobby of intimacy that they use to partake in together….a lot. She knew though that detouring down memory lane would call for their scheme to falter, not to mention the foundation of their newfound friendship, so she pushed past - torrenting heated moans and curses that complimented his. Once she got into the rhythm of things, she was killing her role, producing sensual audio that Frankie Malone couldn’t even dream of achieving.

The comeback sex star mostly held her gaze at the wall, but every now and then she’d look over at Pearl, only to suddenly feel flustered when it’d turn out that he was looking right back. Things finally came for a head when her cue was stuttered out, triggering a shift in gears as her best friend’s name fell from her scene partner’s lips rather than her own. Violet was lucky that the moment called for a dramatic pregnant pause, granting her time to snicker into the pillow and getting all of the hysterics out of her system before she launched into her outburst. “What the fuck did you just call me!?” She screeched, volume remarkably high and the passion even higher. “Kevin!? Did you just fucking call me Kevin!?” Wickedly, the vixen reiterated the mistaken name, knowing all too well it would be sending jabs into her assistant’s gut. “Jesus Christ, I always knew you had a thing for him. So what!? Is that why you agreed to do this!? Did you’d think that this would make him jealous or something!?

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So this is long over due but this blog has recently hit over 150 followers, which is a pretty fabulous feat as far as I’m concerned. I’d just like to thank everyone who’s been following us on this journey and for all the complimentary feedback we’ve received along the way! Whether you’re new around these parts or have been an avid follower since we started this 1x1 back in mid May - thank-you from the bottom of my heart and I hope you continue to love what we put out. #PearletWillNeverDie. 

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Fake It Till You Don’t Make It ⇄ Pearlet

The clock struck 9:45 meaning it was show time.

Violet Chachki was inherently many things but a prankster had never really been one of them. However, she was still keening on executing this practical joke like she executed everything - flawless. That’s why she had brainstormed hours ahead and ensured that she had all her bases covered. To lure Kevin, she required third party assistance, Katya being the most dependable candidate since her infectiously bizarre but bubbly personality had already earned her a comradery with Kevin (a bond bred from Katya’s fascination with petting beards, much to both Tracy and Jake’s dismay). The former yogi’s room was located just a few doors down from Pearl and Violet’s own, meaning that when the beefy assistant was beckoned there for a friendly game of Cards Against Humanity, he’d have to slink past their suite on his journey…

Though she had a feeling that thanks to the paper-thin walls, his trip might call for an alarming pause.

“He says he’s on his way!!!!” Katya texted, strung with a litany of emojis, some capturing the essence of the announcement and others just being vaguely and unnecessarily dirty. Violet flashed Pearl the phone screen to warn her before crawling onto the mattress, getting into position. “We should probably start now just so it looks like we were going at it beforehand. Y’know to make it realistic,” She whispered fleetly, heart pattering at rapid speed for an unknown reason. “You ready?”