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Chapter 1:
The air surrounding Bianca was hot and stiff, the light radiating from her mirror was burning her skin, making her slightly sweat... Which in the drag world was what was the closest to an apocalypse, seriously, no one wanted to see a clown melting.
If the rooms where they changed were in better states it could be a way more enjoyable process, but who was she to complain? At the end of the day she chose this career, and even though some nights could be rough, it was still her passion.
- "Adore, Bianca, Courtney... Mike scanned the room before asking slightly panicked, wait, where is Adore? Anyway you guys are up in five."
- "We'll be ready by then" said Courtney with her thick Aussie accent
- "Bianca, can I please, ask you to find Adore? I still have so much to do before the opening..."
The old drag queen rolled her eyes before nodding while putting her lash on...Which, as you can imagine required a lot of coordination, but again she had been in the field for so long, and her hands were as quick as her tongue.
- "I told you the bitch couldn't read, she must've confused the toilet with the dressing room and stayed there because of the big ass mirror."
- "I mean I can't blame her, you've seen the state of the dressing room?"
On her way out, Bianca took a closer look at the room where they changed: the walls were filled with mold and the makeup stations were so close to one another that she could probably smell Courtney panties if her nostrils weren't filled with Botox. The bar where they were meant to perform was, on the other hand, huge and well taken care of. It even seemed to have been renovated a couple years ago, but of course, the renovations didn't include the dressing room, which was pathetic... It sadly wasn't rare, especially in States where the drag scene wasn't really developed. Yet again, she wouldn't have turned down this offer, she actually rarely turned down work, it was her philosophy: "say yes to every opportunity", and even though it could be draining mentally and physically, it seemed to work well. At 40 years old she was thriving: she toured the world, had her own show, formed a bond with people that she never thought she could form a bond with, was financially secure, and most of all won the Olympic of Drag. If someone had told her couple years prior that she could make money doing what she did best: hating on people, she most certainly would have called the person a cunt and returned to her sewing machine. But here we were in the 21st century where people payed money to be insulted, when she was young incestuous uncles did it for FREE, times were changing she thought.
As she entered the ridiculously huge bathroom, she realized that she hadn't really talked to Adore for at least a week or two. Nothing was wrong between them, or at least she hoped, she was way too old for some bickering bullshit. The only rational reason she could think of for this silence was work. They both had been busy: Adore was preparing for All Stars 2 whereas Bianca was just Bianca, and that justified her busy schedule, she didn't even remember the last time she slept in something else than a hotel bed or an airplane.
She was prepared to yell Adore's name when the young queen unlocked herself from one of the small toilets. She was wearing her insanely high red boots that would have easily been mistaken for Lola's in Kinky Boots, and a long sequins dress that actually was more of a shirt. She looked great. However, something bothered Bianca, she just couldn't put her finger on what just yet.
- "There you are ! What took you so fucking long? Cinching your hog body?" Bianca said
The old queen wasn't really looking at Adore when the joke escaped her mouth, she was trying to pin her wig because it didn't really feel secure. However, when she didn't hear any cynical response from the young queen her focus changed.
Adore was two sinks away from Bianca, holding herself to the marble counter, she didn't really move during the first minutes Bianca was there, which was odd for the hyperactive queen that she was. Bianca thought to herself that if something was really wrong, Adore would probably talk about it, from what she knew her friend wasn't the kind to hide her emotions, she was definitely really vocal about what she was thinking especially to the old queen. Their bond was special, everyone knew it.
- "Adore?" Bianca called still wanting to make sure that she was ok
No response, Adore didn't even flinch, she seemed frozen, lost, out of it... Weed, Bianca thought, it was the only rational explanation that came to her mind. It wasn't a secret to anyone Adore was a messy slut with a slight penchant for pot, most of the time it was totally recreational, sometimes it could turn into a way to avoid her problems.
Normally Adore's drug consumption wouldn't annoy Bianca, she was used to it, they both lived in a world full of men in wigs addicted to substances, it was their choice, probably not the best health wise but it was the way it was. Bianca herself used to be a stoner, she was too old for those shenanigans now though, she also didn't want to make faces like Alyssa Edwards in the near future. In any case, Bianca wasn't in any place to judge her friend's practices. However, one thing that never failed to piss her off, were queens so out of it that they couldn't even put up a show. That was just completely disrespecting the audience, the queens and yourself, and Adore seemed really out of it.
After putting the last pin in her red wig, Bianca turned around to Adore. The young queen had changed position, she was now on her phone, and seemed really focused. She is trying to R E A D jokingly thought the old queen.
All things considered, Bianca wasn't even sure Adore saw her when she came out of the toilets. She had noticed that the messy queen was already absorbed by her IPhone, but still Bianca thought that Adore had some sense of reality to realize that she wasn't alone in the bathroom anymore.
- "Danny? Bianca said a little louder hoping that hearing her boy name would make Adore react. Bianca never ever called Adore that way when working."
Danny was shy, introverted, reserved and most of the time calm. Adore on the other hand was fearless, exuberant, loud and a ball of energy that couldn't really be stopped, even more so after a few drinks. It just felt wrong to switch those names whenever. Of course, Bianca knew that underneath all that make up was Danny however denying the existence of Adore seemed to be disrespectful. Adore was a part of Danny, but Danny wasn't a part of Adore. The old queen knew that it probably didn't make sense for people, sometimes she couldn't comprehend why dividing those two entities was so important to her, but it was.
Bianca strategy seemed to work, Adore finally looked up from her phone, and looked really surprised to see her friend there. The old queen was right. Adore was lost in her thoughts and didn't even notice someone was there. To be completely honest, it wasn't shocking for Adore, it actually happened quite often for her to be completely disconnected from reality. What could we say Adore was a dreamer. What was unusual, however, was her pale skin, that Bianca didn't fail to remarke.
- "Adore, are you ok? you look like you've seen Lady Bunny... said Bianca trying to get a laugh from her friend."
- "Fuck...Yeah, yeah I am ok, I just wasn't aware someone was there..." the purple haired queen hesitantly answered.
- "I've told you weed would completely fuck your last brain cell up ! ILLITERATE !"
- "Fuck you Yankx, at least I can say that something is fucking me ..."
- "Bitch, you clearly don't know what is the internal revenue service, because their clearly fucking me... But don't worry it's for people who have MONEY."
Adore laughed, erasing all the doubts Bianca could've had about her friend's state. Adore was fine, sober enough to joke around, and apparently ready for putting up a show... that wig needed to be fixed though.
- "What are you doing? Being nice? Be quick though someone could enter and realize that Bianca Del Rio isn't evil."
Bianca reached for one of the pins that were already in her wig. She knew it wouldn't fall no matter what, she insulted people for god sake, doing dips, splits and jumping around wasn't her thing, but it sure was Adore's.
- "Ouch !" Adore screamed
- "Oh did I hurt you ? I am sorry, it must have been my evil side."
- "You're such a bitch !"
After telling Bianca she was a messy slut that didn't need to have super clean wigs, like hers, Adore gave up and let her friend style her hair. She knew Bianca was right, she just didn't have the patience or the will to secure her wig with pins, tape, and sometimes glue. She knew it wasn't the right attitude to have, but she had too much on her mind to be preoccupied by synthetic hair that would probably fly in less than an hour, after an intense session of ....crowd-surfing.
- "There you are !" Courtney said entering the room, "jeez this bathroom is nice, I understand why you stayed there instead of coming with us."
- "The bathroom is fucking gourgeous, and didn't feel like a retiring home, until... now."
- "Adore ! Be nice Bianca is not THAT old, she still parties... With Joan Rivers... That actually wasn't shade, that sounds like a lot of fun... Fuck, am I old too ?"
- "Can you cunts shut the fuck up and get your ass moving, We're gonna be late, and time is precious for old ladies like ME."
- "Drag Queen who's early that never fucking happens" Adore replied using her friend's catch phrase.
-" Well, that's certainly not what last night's trade said about you..."
- "Oh you sure are fucking invested in my sex life Yankx, got a problem of your own you would like to share?"
- "My mom's a chola. She likes big cocks."
- "Are you calling me Mommy now ? Party... Daddy !" the young queen replied suggestively while moving her hips against Bianca's lower half.
- "Fuck off Adore !"
Bianca started moving, putting distance between the messy queen and her. They always teased each other, it was their love language in a way, but Bianca couldn't deny the fact that sometimes it made her slightly uncomfortable. Adore was certainly more than her best friend, she was closer to her than some of her family members.... except her incestuous uncle they'd been pretty close in the past. Jokes aside, the young queen definitely had a soft spot in Bianca's heart, yes, surprisingly she had one, a big one. When she loved someone, she loved them fully, it didn't matter if they were friends, family, lover and anything in between... Anything in between, such a vague category, but one that completely represented the relationship she had with Danny. More than friends, closer than family, less than lovers... most of the time. Yes... the truth was that they shared a special connexion, that may have transformed in some form of sexual tension in the past... A very, very drunken past. Bianca wasn't ashamed of it, it was consensual, beautiful and so damn good, more than she would like to admit. It just happened from time to time, always at unglory hours, it was their secret, something that they surely wouldn't share with the world. It felt too personal, too raw to just talk casually about it. They didn't even speak about those episodes with each other, it wasn't a taboo, both of them just didn't want to make a big deal out of it or think too much about what that meant for them. The only thing that matters was that every single time their friendly touches transformed into more, it felt right.
Still, Bianca was too bashful when it came to feelings, or talking about her personal life in general, joking about it was ok, but when it was time to be serious, she would withdraw into herself. Adore's sensually touches in public disturbed her to the point that fucking Bianca del Rio, became shy. However, she wasn't going to show how Adore's jokingly rocking her hips against her pads, in front of Courtney affected her.
- "Come on, let's get going guys !"
While saying that, the blond was out the door, soon followed by Adore who grabbed by surprised Bianca's hand and pulled her.
- "Fuck ! those heals are so fucking high !" the young queen said while trying to keep her balance.
- "At least, for once you're not..." Bianca answered
- "What? fucking high? Will talk about it at the end of the night...Party !"
- "God, I can't help but wonder if you really think about what you're going to say before speaking ... Party ! Pizza ! I am a fucking libra !" the old queen mockingly responded while rolling her eyes.
- "Yas, gawd mama... Come on queens let's get sickening ! Do I look more smart to you now?"
- "Bitch don't go all Laganja on me PTSD is a THING! Your voice is not annoying enough though."
- "You know what Bianca ? I am feeling very attacked !"
The queens were laughing so hard that Adore thought she was going to pee in her panties. It felt so good to be with Bianca again, she needed her friend so bad and she was just starting to realize it. Her life was a mess, which was not surprising... She actually didn't remember the last time her life was just stable without any shitty things happening. 2016 was supposed to be her year, but everything had started to go downhill. No one really knew about the distress she was feeling in that specific moment. Not even Bianca had seen it... She wasn't mad about it though. The truth was that she wasn't even acknowledging the pain she was feeling. It felt like a rush of adrenaline had kicked in and she was in an alternate universe, incapable of comprehending the message she received on her phone and the 20 missed calls appearing on her screen. She knew, but didn't at the same time. Was she going insane ? Why was she not feeling anything ?
- "Stop making me laugh you cunt I am going to pee myself !"
- "Wait you're telling me that during your two hours run to the fucking bathroom, you didn't find time to stick out your dick and pee ?"
- "No... I am fucking tuck bitch !"
- "You're tuck ?"
- "I sure am, wanna check?" the young queen said lifting her dress.
- "Get your meaty tuck away from me ! No one wants to see that, just like Bunny... No honestly no one wants to see her anymore."
- "Shut the fuck up ! You of all the people know it's not meaty, but I could maybe use a hand... Or two to perfect it though..."
- "Ask Sharon, it's been a long time since she's been to party city, being near your dick will almost feel like home."
- "I fucking hate you ! ....I love Sharon but I would certainly not share my needle with her."
- "Needle seems to be the adequate therm when talking about your dick !"
- "Stop criticizing it, I know you love my white passing penis !"
- "The only white thing I love is COCAINE !"
Adore was about to answer, but she heard her name be called on stage, it was show time. She reluctantly let go of Bianca's hand, and started climbing the five stairs separating her from the crowd. She didn't peek through the curtains like she usually did, with what had happened tonight she was way too out of it to realize that she needed to do her stage rituals. Yes, those were a thing, especially for superstitious queens, gladly Adore wasn't one of them, she just loved having some kind of a routine when doing a show, it was a way for her to center her thoughts, and be more grounded, especially if she smoked a little before the performance...
- "Adore ?" Said Bianca as the young queen was about to enter the stage.
- "Yes ?" Answered the purple haired queen, a little confused on why her friend was calling her while she was about to perform.
- "Break a leg... no, no literally BREAK A LEG !"
And just like that, Adore knew she was ready. All of her doubts faded away, because she felt safe, and loved, she knew that no matter what happened tonight or in the next few days, Bianca would be there. She was always there, and quite frankly, it was probably the only fucking thing that made sense in her life as of right now. Bianca would never change, she would always be that fucking cunt that would, without a doubt cut you with her words, but heal you with her laugh. Yep, Bianca would always be who Adore wanted to be at 57.
She didn't fail to raise her middle finger at her best friend though, which resulted in a laugh from the old queen and the inevitable appearance of those diabolical dimples. Not today Satan, thought the young queen while her heart was clearly pounding in her chest. Not today...