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[text]: we’ll talk about it [text]: yes, and your point is? [text]: when you get to be my age you’ll see how hard it is to walk five doors down

Katya wasn’t going to let their conversation go without a fight. He sat against the door opposite to Trixie’s and texted away. Right as she had sent the last text, the other queen popped his head out of the door. “I’m lost and confused, I need an adult,” Katya replied, popping to his feet. “Show me the drag, Tracy.”

📫 for a text message starter (-Trixie)

Katya: Hey Barbie I have a question for youKatya: if I, for some reason, lost my drag suitcase somehowKatya: would you be willing to spare me some dresses? Hypothetically of course

@twotimestrixie

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[text]: i’m always right tracy [text]: the tiny hands go on my finger, i’m going to glue cigarettes to your clothes [text]: ugh so farrrrr

📫 for a text message starter (-Trixie)

Katya: Hey Barbie I have a question for youKatya: if I, for some reason, lost my drag suitcase somehowKatya: would you be willing to spare me some dresses? Hypothetically of course

@twotimestrixie

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Send "Would Bang" to get my muse’s reaction.

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[text]: but i’m YOUR fucking idiot  [text]: i’m sure i can make your fleece nightgowns gutterwhore sheek  [text]: on my way!

📫 for a text message starter (-Trixie)

Katya: Hey Barbie I have a question for youKatya: if I, for some reason, lost my drag suitcase somehowKatya: would you be willing to spare me some dresses? Hypothetically of course

@twotimestrixie

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“Don’t invite any of our girls into your bunk, who knows where they’ve been.”

“It’s lonely at the top. All the pretty little bottoms are welcome to join me.”

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📫 for a text message starter (-Trixie)

Katya: Hey Barbie I have a question for youKatya: if I, for some reason, lost my drag suitcase somehowKatya: would you be willing to spare me some dresses? Hypothetically of course

@twotimestrixie

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“We finally have a top on this trip, thank god. It’s hard to find bunks to fit all of these bottoms in.”

”What’s up, bitches? Detox has arrived! The fun is finally about to start. You’re welcome.”

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“Honey, if I know Ginger, than Florida isn’t that far off from hillbilly hell.”

“Now that I’ve left my sanity back in Orlando, I’m in hillbilly hell. How this work?”

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hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?" 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

"i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

"it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

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“No, no, I want a city teeming with possibilities and hairy men. I don’t want this dried up well.” Katya, not wanting to let Willam get all of the cute boys, took one of her dollar bills and made eye contact with someone in the audience while slowly crumpling it up and shoving it in her mouth, spitting it out moments later. “Your hotel room is going to see more action than a South Boston brothel.”

.:‡:.

Situation: at a barSentence: “Is this thing on?”

Willam wasn’t sure exactly how she got roped into hosting the show, but she wasn’t mad about it. More money for her and more time with her fans. It was just a few of the girls from the tour, a small show at some bar in the middle of downtown, but it was better than nothing, he supposed. He climbed on stage as Katya finished her number, figuring they could do some entertaining banter. “Is this thing on?” he tapped the mic only for it to come on halfway through and cause him to let out a surprised noise.

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Katya gasped and hit Trixie’s chest playfully. “I always chew gum before I kiss you Tracy, I know how much you hate the taste of cigarettes. As for dry lips, you can blame the pounds of makeup I put on them daily.” He laughed and nodded at Trixie’s words. “Jesus, I can’t believe people gave us money for that. I don’t think I got the choreography right any performance. Maybe we could dumb it down, or just stand in one spot on stage and barely mouth along to the words.” 

“Okay, you caught me!” Trixie laughed, tapping Katyas shoulder. “I just cant resist those dry, cracked smoker lips.” He stuck his tongue out at the older boy, ignoring the slight urge he felt to accept the others puckered lip. Instead, he shoved the thought far into the back of his mind, replacing it with memories of them performing together months ago. “Me too!” He smiled, “We might need to practice our Waterloo choreo a little bit, not that we really knew it very well in the first place, but, still.”

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“Guys, whip ‘em out and use your phone flashlights to show your junk off for Willam,” Katya instructed, pointing a long fake nail at all of the males in the audience. She followed where Willam was gesturing, eyeing the man in the audience. “Oh bitch, he could kill me with those thighs and I wouldn’t be mad.” Katya laughed and wrapped her arm around Willam, watching the poor boy’s face as he received their attention.

“The Craigslist personals are pretty dry in Louisville, I gotta say,” Katya replied with a sigh. “I might have to go stand on the corner and find a John for the night.”

.:‡:.

Situation: at a barSentence: “Is this thing on?”

Willam wasn’t sure exactly how she got roped into hosting the show, but she wasn’t mad about it. More money for her and more time with her fans. It was just a few of the girls from the tour, a small show at some bar in the middle of downtown, but it was better than nothing, he supposed. He climbed on stage as Katya finished her number, figuring they could do some entertaining banter. “Is this thing on?” he tapped the mic only for it to come on halfway through and cause him to let out a surprised noise.

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“Usually the only time I’m at a bar on a weekday is when I’m working. But fun, yes, we’re going to have plenty of fun.” Katya shook her head at Manila’s question. “Nope, I don’t think so at least. I know Trixie wants me to make an appearance at one of hers, but that’s on the weekend.”

❄

“You still owe me a drink.”

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[ Text: Billium ] it’d be your loss [ Text: Billium ] romeo and juliet is a tragic comedy, i don’t think it’s a romance. and what do we know about romance?? [ Text: Billium ] oh true! she’s my roommate so i can just slowly move the nicer ones into my luggage [ Text: Billium ] look who’s talking <3

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[ Text: Russian Whore ] Ketchup, stop terrorizing the bus driver.[ Text: Russian Whore ] hes going to crash this bus and kill us.[ Text: Russian Whore ] you bitch. stop smirking at me.

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“Buttered toast sounds perfect,” Katya agreed. The water was starting to bubble, but it wasn’t close enough to boiling to put the pasta in. The sauce was warming nicely, and Katya used a spoon to stir it so it wouldn’t start burning. “I don’t think I’ve cooked in months. I’m so used to ordering and going out to restaurants.”

"i may be wearing a dress, but i still pull my panties on one leg at a time if you know what i mean."

Robbie snorted and nodded. “I’m not quite sure that’s the exact phrase, but I know what you mean. It’s weird being idoled for doing drag. It’s literally crazy.” He shook his head, thinking about the reactions people have had over him and other queens, just being in their presence.

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Katya had missed doing drag. She’d been doing it every day for a few years now, so having over a week off was strange for her. The small bar was the perfect venue to break back into her work, with a small enthusiastic audience and a low-key atmosphere. She wasn’t the only one performing tonight, either, so she couldn’t stay on stage all night like she would’ve liked to.

The Blonde laughed loudly as Willam commandeered her microphone, making it loudly give feedback by tapping on it. “It is now bitch,” Katya shot back, wrapping her arm around Willam’s waist. She took the mic and held it to Willam’s mouth like she was interviewing him. “Tell me, who are you bringing back to the hotel tonight? Is your trade out in the audience?”

.:‡:.

Situation: at a barSentence: “Is this thing on?”

Willam wasn’t sure exactly how she got roped into hosting the show, but she wasn’t mad about it. More money for her and more time with her fans. It was just a few of the girls from the tour, a small show at some bar in the middle of downtown, but it was better than nothing, he supposed. He climbed on stage as Katya finished her number, figuring they could do some entertaining banter. “Is this thing on?” he tapped the mic only for it to come on halfway through and cause him to let out a surprised noise.

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“It’s a Monday night, but if you really want we can go out to a bar or something,” Katya offered. “I definitely don’t want to be in your debt.” Katya should’ve known better not to make bets with Manila, and now he owed the queen a drink of her choice.

❄

“You still owe me a drink.”