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#Mermay you say?

Feat. oli slick princess Aquaria !

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MerMay times eight: The Drag Daughters of Triton, JUST under the wire in time for DragCon. I’ll have a table at #D-15 this weekend, see y’all there!

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Planetary Alignment - Chapter One

Hey, I’m Quiet. This is a RPDR fic with Miz Cracker and Aquaria. Um, yeah. Like if you like it, reblog if you wanna share it, give me a comment if you have an opinion.               

  The New York night was cold, bitterly so, and the wind whipping through the narrow alleyways wasn’t helping Max get any warmer. He tugged his scarf closer around his neck, regretting again not buying earmuffs as soon as the weather took a turn towards winter. Even though it was only October, a cold front had swept in from the north bringing the temperature crashing down into the thirties. Luckily, the bar he was meeting the other queens at glittered brightly in front of him, the neon sign buzzing in the gloom of the autumn night.

                 He slipped inside and waved to the bar tender. Janna had been there forever and he his usual. He scanned the already crowded bar for Yuhua and Kevin.

                 “Cracker! Over here!” Yuhua’s voice was audible over the music. He and Kevin were at a high-top near the stage.

                 “You know you only get away with that because they’ve seen us here out of drag, right?” Max replied as he sat down. He tugged off his scarf and coat as Janna swung by with a double amaretto sour. He thanked her and slid a five into her palm, she responded with a smile.

                 “And you know that the only reason you get away with that hideous scarf is because we love you, right?” Kevin replied.

                 Max frowned, “Don’t be jealous of my tartan-patchwork realness. This is the warmest scarf I’ve ever had. I give zero fucks if it’s ugly. Where are Dustin and Gio?”

                 “Who do you think is hosting the viewing party tonight?” Yuhua replied, taking a sip of the most brilliantly purple drink Max had ever since. “They’re in the back, painting.  Giovanni’s doing a twist on his look from “The Last Ball on Earth” and Dustin’s doing the look he would have done for the Mermaid runway sans tail, of course.”

                 Max felt his neck heat. He was glad the lights were down, but he was hoping Yuhua and Kevin couldn’t see. A twist on his “Last Ball” look? Gio’d come out wearing hardly anything, how much less could he work with?

                 “I know that look.” Kevin smirked. “You have got to tell Giovanni how you feel. I’m sick of your gross fucking pining, girl.”

                 “Or just jump his bones. Literally. Jump. You get it?” Yuhua laughed. He snorted, “Cause you’re so small.”

                 Max looked over at Kevin, who was trying to suppress a laugh. “How many has she had?”

                 “Just the one. Although from the color, there’s probably a lot of alcohol in it.” Kevin laughed. Yuhua smiled and took a huge drink of the concoction. “Regardless. Yuhua has a point. You need to get your shit together and talk to the boy.”

                 “Ugh. But that’s just it.” Max groaned. “Gio’s a 21-year-old boy. I’m 12 years older than he is. It’d be creepy.”

                 “He’s a 21-year-old man, first of all.” Kevin replied. “And second, you have to have noticed the change in him. Everyone has, it’s the main reason Dusty agreed to cohost tonight.”

                 Max thought hard. It’d be a few weeks since they’d ended filming and he’d worked a few gigs with Aquaria since then. She’d still come out fully beat for the gods, all confidence and wide smiles. Her looks were fierce and her lip-syncs were on point. All-in-all, she’d seemed like the same Aquaria that Max had always known.

                 “Okay,” Kevin drew the word out. “From your silence and far off look, I’ma take that as a ‘no’. Cracker. Seriously.”

                 “What?” Max felt a bit defensive now. He prided himself on picking up on these kinds of things, and to miss something that seemed so big, especially when it came to Giovanni. “Are you messing with me?”

                 “Just watch Aquaria tonight. I mean, we know you will, but really watch her. Watch how she interacts with Dusty, okay?”

                 Max nodded and the lights flashed. Strobe lights came up and artificial fog rolled out from behind the stage. Janna’s voice crackled over the speakers. “Ladies and queers, welcome to the stage… Aquaria and Dusty Ray Bottoms!”

                 Dusty was the first on stage. Her “Mermaid” look was a purple clam-shell bra with black crystals swirling up her chest and neck, scattered artfully across her face, reminiscent of her signature dots. The tail was black-and-purple, shredded in places where silver stones shone through. Her make-up was dark and dramatic, all winged eyeliner and shaded scale-like touches. The wig was beautiful as well; an up-do of a shock of white hair streaked with black and purple. She waved to the crowd and blew kisses to Max, Kevin and Yuhua when she saw them.

                 Aquaria stepped out next and Max felt his heart jump into his throat. Aquaria wasn’t wearing less, per se, but was she was wearing… Her gown was sheer, shimmery, soft-looking rust-red chiffon dotted with glittering golden rhinestones. Her hair was long, sleek and blonde and floated around her beautifully painted face. Soft tones of pale red and golden highlights danced across her features, heightened by the blood red of her lips. Instead of the usual blue contacts, the ones she wore tonight were a gleaming gold. She looked like a Martian goddess. A rusted red tiara completed the look.

                 Max was awestruck. Her confidence was palpable, she looked like she had the world at her feet and she was ready to claim it. He wanted her to claim him. Aquaria followed Dusty’s line of sight and waved at Kevin and Yuhua. Her golden eyes looked right through him.