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Protag was off work for the day, finally. It was Friday too! And he had the weekend off, he’d never been so relieved.
As he headed to the stairs (bc bro let’s be honest he ain’t taking the elevator) he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hey Newbie!“ the familiar, loud voice said. “Leave me alone.” Protag said rather unamused, brushing the hand away.
“Hey don’t be like that! I’m just trying to make conversation!” The heels off of their expensive slip on shoes clicked on the stone stairs as they both walked down. “C’mon! What are your plans for tonight? You gotta weekend off after all!”
“How do you?-…” Protag sighed, “whatever. I’m going to…a bar tonight.” He hasn’t been to that bar in ages not since a small while before getting the job. It was a gay bar, and from what he remembered, it was drag night tonight. Not that he’d be participating in that.
“A regular ol’ bar! That’s all? Wow, boringgggg!”
Jesus Christ this man was ten times more insufferable today, but he sounded almost excited for something…
As Coworker went on about going to wherever (honestly Protag could care less to listen), Protag just left, briefcase in hand, glad for being able to leave work.
At least he’d be free from his annoying Coworker…
…right?
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Protag took a seat at one of the bar stools at some empty table, small drink in hand. He hadn’t changed much, just took off his blazer and tie.
As he sipped, spacing out, he heard over the speaker that it was time for all the people that came in drag to go up. Protag watched as all the well dressed individuals made their way onto the stage. They posed, talked to the audience, let people take photos, and eventually they all got off stage.
Protag thought that was it.
“Now let’s give a great welcome to our amazing regular, Vixen LaRue! Here to preform one of her infamous covers!” The announcer boomed.
Wow, sure Protag hadn’t been to this bar in a while, but the last time he went he didn’t remember a regular! He sipped his drink, watching the stage out the corner of his eye to see who this ‘Vixen’ guy was.
The slow of sound of black heels was the entrance sound for Vixen. She had a tall figure, with almond skin and long flowing blond hair. She wore black lipstick and sharp black eyeliner, accompanied by dark sage eyeshadow.
A long strapless, silky, sage velvet dress clung to her figure, with a long slit in the middle showing of her legs sprouting fishnet tights. A white feather boa hung around her shoulders.
“Thank you, thank you…” Vixen said softly, clearly putting on a well practiced feminine sounding voice. She took the mic with white gloves hands, and explained she was going to be preforming, ‘Kiss You All Over’ by Exile.
The lights dimmed, red lighting tinting the club, and the music began. Her voice was like silk, like you were swimming through a warm, calming ocean.
Damn, she was good at putting on a feminine sounding voice…
Protag was mesmerized, not even noticing the pink that tinted his cheeks a bit. But I mean how could you blame him? Her voice was practically hypnotic! And she was drop dead gorgeous…
But as he leaned in closer to look at her, she seemed familiar. Her tall figure, amber eyes, sharp jaw, blonde hair, mostly wearing sage. It seemed so familiar…
But as much as he tried to put his finger on it, he couldn’t figure it out.
As Vixen coincidentally turned to where Protag sat in the audience, she froze up. Her voice shook a bit as her grip on the mic tightened, sweat dripping from her brow, but she stayed singing, occasionally glancing back at Protag.
Protag (for whatever reason) didn’t realize, but what he did realize was the fact it was nearly 11pm, and the last bus of the night was coming in a few minutes, the stop being outside the bar.
He immediately got up, looking panicked and quickly left.
Vixen noticed.
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Once the performance was finished, Coworker rushed back stage, and slammed the door to his dressing room. He threw his wig on the couch, and he began to pace around.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-“ he sweared repeatedly. “H-He doesn’t know right? But…h-he looked surprised…and he was staring closely…”
“…FUCK!”
He threw his boa on the floor and stomped on it before sitting at his vanity’s seat. He buried his face in his hands, makeup smudging on the gloves as he continued to talk to himself.
“Ok…ok…maybe he won’t tell anyone? He’s not that rude! But…he hates me…no he wouldn’t…would he? He can’t! I’d…I’d be humiliated…everyone would…” He bit his lip to hold back tears. “The way he looked shocked…the way he walked out frantically…no no no no no-“
Little did he know Protag was none the wiser, simply panicked about the bus.