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Justifying the American Dream *Title may change* (GROUP FIC/MULTISHIP) ~ Grinder

AN: I know I said I’d return after my University work is over but I wanted to post this little pilot thingie early to see how it does. I’ve got most of my Uni work done, right now I just gotta do an exam and I’m finished.

So basically this is something I wanna work heavily on after Courtney’s Infinite Search for Love. The premise is that paper and metallic money doesn’t exist anymore. The World now makes payments via digital transfers and purchases. There are reasons for this which I’ll explain in later chapters of the fic. But one day there’s a glitch in the system and so many families across the World are left penniless. When the Government refuse to give the families anything from the issue, riots break out all over.

Now you’re probably wondering how Drag Queens come into this but it will explain as the story goes along. For now all I’ll say is that the LGBT is a targeted and persecuted community in this fic therefore the Queens are trying to hide it out and survive against their enemies.

Sorry for the long explanation! I will reupload this chapter at a later date if I feel errors need to be corrected or if certain elements or Queens are missing.

For now! Enjoy :)

*Area 05*Exploris Bay Aquarium 12:43PM

‘Christ, I don’t know if I can stand one more day in this fish bowl. Smells like 200 lesbians just had an orgy on their periods in here.’

Bianca scoffed passing by the giant tank of which Adore was perched at the top on the ledge. The young Queen scraped up a large amount of fish chunks and tossed it into the tank for her babies to feed.

“Wow! You sharkie babies are pretty hungry today, huh?” Adore cooed at the two sharks that circled the tank and ate their meal.

“Better be careful, Delasshole,” Bianca called, “they may be your babies. But you’re also in their plate of foods.”

“Fuck all the way off. They love me.” Adore called back, flipping Bianca off before throwing more fish into the tank. “Where are you going anyway?”

Before leaving the ‘Shark Suite’, Bianca turned once again, looking up to her young friend. “Dela and Manila are back from scavenging. I’m just letting them in. Relax, Queen.”

“Party!” Adore replied, setting the tray to the side. She grabbed for an extra large chunk of fish from the bucket (thank god she was wearing gloves) and held it above the water. “Bette! You want an extra-large piece? I know you chunkier girls prefer a little extra.”

It was easy to tell which shark was which. Bette was the short but chubby Bull shark, formally known as ‘Snap’. How original. Then there was Joan. The long and skinny Mako shark. Her name was the worst. ‘Killer’. It made the Queen cringe hard.

“Beeeeeeette!” Adore whined as the shark completely blanked her. “Stop being a bitch.”

Bianca had returned to the room, Manila and Bendelacreme following in her trail.

“Feeding your ‘puppies’ again?” Manila teased.

“Yeah, but they’re not complying!” Adore continued to whine.

“I wouldn’t do that, honey,” Dela warned, “You could lose a hand.”

“Why would I lose a hand? They know I’m their Mom.” Adore protested before her face became goofy again and she turned her attention back to her pets. “Isn’t that right, babies?”

Adore screamed as one of her children sprang up from the water snatching the fish from her hand. The Queen pushed herself away from the edge of the tank, her back plastered against the wall and her breathing ragged.

‘Bette always was a feisty bitch.’ Bianca thought to herself as they laughed at Adore’s current state.

“Come on, Steve Irwin. Team meeting!” Bianca called up to the young Queen again. She turned to Dela and Manila and said in a quiet voice, “his career ended as well. Too soon?”

Manila and Dela shook their heads and chucked at the statement, not loud enough for Adore to hear.

“O-Oh…Okay…Gimme a second to collect myself.” Adore called to the other Queens, trying to calm herself from her near death experience.

-_-_-_-

Adore had informed Raja and Ginger of Manila and Dela’s return bringing the whole team to the staff room of the aquarium.

“There’s good news and bad news.” Manila began. “Which one first?”

“Bad.” Bianca replied.

“This is all the food we managed to get.” Manila responded setting a small package down on the table. “There is absolutely nothing left. All of the houses and stores have been completely raided.”

“Fuck.” Bianca cursed, leaning over and letting her face fall into her hands.

Adore only hoped that the good news was enough to help them forget about the thought of their oncoming starvation.

“We knew eventually there would be no food left anyway. Don’t forget, it’s not just us trying to survive. Think about those starving families all across the country.” Raja groaned, flipping her raven hair over her shoulder.

“I’m aware.” Bianca snapped. She rubbed her forehead in frustration before turning to Adore. “Sorry to tell you but you gotta cut back on the amount of fish you feed to your ‘children’. Fish themed meals from now on, ladies.”

Adore looked greatly disappointed but remained silent. She knew Bianca was right. The lives of her team were obviously a bigger priority than Bette and Joan’s. The poor sea babies would starve eventually. The thought of not being able to take care of them anymore only made a lump form in her throat. It was the only thing keeping her from going insane when confined in the abandoned aquarium.

“And the good news?” Bianca inquired, looking back to Dela and Manila.

“We saw Bob.” Manila stated, in a matter-of-fact tone but smiled at the other Queens.

“And her team? In the van?” Ginger exclaimed eagerly, leaning forward in her seat.

“Yeah, they drove right by us. At first we thought it was gonna be trouble but we saw Michelle Visage and Cynthia Lee Fontaine in the front. That’s how we got this package. They threw it out the window when they passed by.” Manila replied, clearly awestruck.

“Wow. You Queens saw someone famous. Great news.” Bianca fumed, sarcasm thick in her tone.

“Lighten up, Scrooge.” Dela snapped back. “They’ll have Area 05 searched by now. They’ll know where all the supplies and resources are at. All we gotta do is pick up their signal and get to the locations before anyone else does.”

Ginger stood up from her seat and went to retrieve the radio, leaving the rest of the team to continue discussing the situation.

“So…food?” Raja asked hopefully.

“And ammunition.” Manila replied, smiling hopefully.

Adore’s face lightened up again at the sound of her second favourite ‘F’ word. “So I can still feed Bette and Joan?”

“Slow down, honey. We gotta see if there are any resources around here first.” Dela held up her hand as if Adore were about to pounce on her with happiness.

“And we shall find out pretty soon.” Ginger continued, returning with the radio. Taking her seat again, she flicked the switch bringing the machine to life. Flicking through the channels they mostly picked up static. After a minute of searching, the familiar sound Bob the Drag Queen’s voice filled the room.

“…just about left Area 05, ladies and gentlemen. As always, we have no idea when we’ll be back but keep on tuning in and we’ll be sure to keep you updated. For all the Queens out there, we had our sisters in drag, Robbie and Laila, search the area and, guuurl, is it good news. We have unlocked the storage units at the back of the mall and they are flooded with surprises. But don’t forget to be mindful of your fellow sisters out there. Sharing is caring.”

“We’re heading straight there,” Bianca informed Adore and Raja before listening to the rest of the announcement.

“And also be sure to check out the Prison on the edge of town. Word is it’s crowded with Queens. Take weapons, take a good few of your team and check that place out. If the rumour is true, don’t hesitate to join forces. After all, an army is more effective than a group. Good luck and don’t fuck it up.”

As soon as Bob’s voice was gone, Adore smiled as Kill the DJ took over. It had been so long since she heard Green Day. But Bianca wasted no time in remembering the good old days when good music existed as she was already standing and looking to Adore. “Come on, bitch. Get ready. You too Raja. I wanna get there as soon as possible.”

“Relax, man! Don’t forget we gotta leave some for everyone else too!” Adore whined.

“’Relax, man’.” Bianca mocked. “I’m not planning on taking everything. There could be other selfish people out there you know. We could get there and nothing’s left. Besides we probably wouldn’t have enough arms to carry all of whatever’s there.”

“Ohhh! Party!” Adore beamed, standing up from her seat. They three Queens left the room to get ready for their scavenger hunt.

“So what’s in the goody bag?” Ginger asked, now that the air seemed much more relaxed.

Dela began to unwrap the package revealing inside some food and a letter. The Seattle Queen unfolded the letter and began reading in her usual quirky tone.

“Dear Friend(s),

It was nice to see you earlier! We’re glad to see a lot more Drag Queens continuing to survive through this nightmare of a life we live now. Anyway, as always, have a goody bag on behalf of our team. Inside you’ll find cookies, sandwiches, fresh water and a little something extra (thanks to Laganja Estranja of the House of Edwards) for you Queens who like the ‘Devils lettuce’.

Keep in mind. This pack won’t last long so use it wisely.

As we say always and forever…

Good luck and don’t fuck it up!

Michelle V. & the Bob’s Broadcasts team.

“Well that was lovely.” Dela commented, passing the note to the other Queens. “Do you think they do this for everyone?”

“Of course, honey.” Ginger replied, reading over the note.

“I’m referring to the LGBT community only.” Dela added.

“Well, I’ve briefly read one of these notes before. That’s a story for another day. They’re practically all the same. I remember the part when it says ‘We’re glad to see a lot more Drag Queens bla bla bla’. So it most likely is only for us. It’s not like the broken families are missing out though. I heard there’s this guy who does something similar and travels around the country handing out food and supplies. But it’s way more than this pack.” Ginger explained, gesturing to the goodie bag.

“Do you guys remember the day everything went to shit?” Dela asked, her tone lowering upon moving on to such a dark topic.

“For who? All those families or for us?” Ginger replied solemnly.

Dela was silent for a few seconds, observing Ginger as she passed the letter to Manila and shook her head, pulling a cigarette from its box.

“All of us.” The Seattle Queen replied lifting her gaze to Ginger.

“I don’t wanna be that Queen. But how about we talk about that later. Right now, let’s just enjoy our goodie bag.” Ginger replied, lighting her cigarette. She breathed in its fumes, sinking back into her chair as a smoke cloud escaped her lips.

“Should I let Bianca and the girls borrow my pineapple purse?” Manila suggested, moving away from the dark topic and thinking about her fellow teammates.

“Still think it brings good luck?” Dela teased including a giggle.

“Of course, girl. And besides;” Manila paused, leaning her head on Dela’s shoulder, sighing heavily, “You know what Adore’s like. Always causing trouble. Maybe she’ll need it.”

“True.” Dela replied, wrapping her arm around her worn out friend. “She’s one untameable Queen.”

*5 miles out of Area 18* 01:14PM

“So, what do you think?” Tatianna chirped, tossing her carrier bag on the double bed, to which it only fell off. Turning to face Alyssa, she beamed a bright smile as she tried to contain her excitement.

Alyssa threw her jacket to the side as she observed the bedroom. It was quite cute actually. “I won’t lie. It’s not bad. Kinda pretty.”

Tatianna approached Alyssa, squealing with excitement and wrapping her slender arms around her waist. She squeezed her slightly, planting a kiss on her cheek. “I told you so!”

“Yeah, but listen baby, I still don’t think this is safe.” Alyssa pointing her finger in her friend’s face whilst still admiring the room. “It may be in the middle of nowhere. But that doesn’t mean we’ll never get our gay asses caught. For all we know this farm house ain’t abandoned. The family could be on vacation or something.”

Tatianna rolled her eyes at Alyssa’s whining despite finding it adorable as always. “Well they haven’t been receiving mail. So…”

Alyssa pulled out of Tatianna’s embrace, remaining silent as she went to unpack her bag.

“Coooome on. Relax, Alyssa.” Tatianna rolled her eyes as she reached for her own bag.

“And not to mention that we’re most likely not the only people eyeing this place up. There could be all sorts of hooligans and Queens and creepers and - -”

Alyssa was caught off guard as Tatianna wrapped her arms around her again and pulling her abruptly down onto the bed. Seeing the older Queen’s shocked reaction, Tatianna giggled.

“No, Tati. We just got here. God, gurl, you’re so thirsty.” Alyssa spoke sternly, pointing a finger in Tatianna’s face yet remained lying on her side facing her friend.

“I know, you just need to lie down and relax. God. Get your mind out of the gutter.” Tatianna smirked.

“Nah, baby. We should unpack first,” Alyssa pointed out.

“But old men gotta have their rest!” Tatianna continued to tease. Before Alyssa could even protest about being read, the younger Queen silenced her as she pressed her lips against hers. Despite the sudden clash, her pink lips were soft.

Tatianna lifted her hand to Alyssa’s cheek, caressing her skin gently as their lips moved in sync against each other.

“ALYSSA! YOU GOTTA SEE THIS!”

Alyssa and Tatianna pulled apart quickly, sitting upright on the bed. Alyssa’s eyes widened at the sight of Laganja and Shangela in the doorway. The two looked completely speechless, naturally.

“Well? What is it??” Alyssa demanded, a hint of annoyance to her tone.

“Uhhh…I just wanted to let you know they have a weed grow room.” Laganja tried to explain but finding herself distracted by their messy lipstick. “I can supply more to Bob again.”

Alyssa nodded her head slowly as her eyes just pierced into Ganja’s with that familiar stare she did - god she was such an intense person. “OK, well you two go do…whatever you want, but no leaving the farm! Just get to know the place, set up safety guards or something. Play hide and seek or something.”

“Smoke?” Laganja inquired earning a nudge from Shangela.

“Whatever you want, girl.” Alyssa shook her head but couldn’t help but smirk slightly.

“And what are you two gonna be doing over the duration of the time we do all this?” Shangela teased, folding her arms.

“A lot of unpacking.” Tatianna cut in.

“Well, have fun unpacking our things for us too, girl. Really appreciate it.” Shangela beamed a toothy grin at her as she turned to leave, Laganja following her actions. Before they could leave, Shangela turned around once more looking at the two Queens. “Don’t forget to lock the door this time.”

Before they could see their drag mothers horrified face, the two Queens quickly shut the door, rushed downstairs and out the front door.

*Outskirts of Area 05* 01:17PM

Thorgy Thor took a seat on a bean bag as the engine fired up and the van began to move. She took a bite into her small sandwich when she looked around to Cynthia who was now sitting in the back with the rest of the group, not normal for Cynthia. She always insisted on helping Michelle in the front. Thorgy didn’t like the look on her face quite. She was always so cheerful and full of high energy. But it was the complete opposite in that moment.

“You’ve been kinda quiet since we left Area 05. Something wrong, Cynthia?” Thorgy asked, shuffling closer to her friend.

“I dunno. I don’t think I should bring it up ‘cause everyone’s quite happy right now, you know?” Cynthia uttered, looking around to her team seeing them so happy and entertained.

Thorgy briefly looked away from Cynthia and to her hands, quickly thinking of something else to say, before returning her gaze to the brunette. “Well, if there’s something really getting to you then just know I’m all ears.”

Cynthia smiled and nodded her head before gesturing the Queen to get closer. “It’s just…whenever we pass by Queens on the road I always wonder if I’ll ever see April and Kandy.”

Thorgy’s mouth formed an O as she listened. Taking the information, she looked away and nodded her head. “We probably will eventually. Maybe not any time soon. It could happen a month from now for all we know. A year? Any time to be honest. But we promise, if we do see them, they’re coming with us.”

“But to be honest, with their behaviour the way it is right now, they’re gonna get themselves killed.” Cynthia presumed, sighing heavily.

“You gotta stop listening to the news, honey.” Thorgy cautioned her, holding her hands now.

“I know.” Cynthia groaned looking back to Thorgy. “But I just always worry that they could be in some sort of trouble and I don’t know about it and I miss the chance to help them.”

“Trust me, Cynthia. If that day does come, you’ll know.”

*Boston* Peninsula Apartments 5:30PM

“I’m so bored Brian.”

“Me too, Brian.”

Brian McCook stared out the window of his apartment looking down to the people passing by, free to do whatever they wanted and free to live however they wanted.

His other half, Brian Firkus was seated on the couch, flicking through the gallery on his phone and stopping occasionally at images of his guitar.

“House arrest is the worst.” Brian Mc sighed with frustration, tapping lightly on the window.

“Well,” Brian F started, “that’s what you get for breaking the law.”

Brian F was fully aware of his friend’s house arrest punishment. Yet the crime was still unknown to him. When asked, Brian Mc would only say how he actually deserved what he got. He had once said it wasn’t an extravagant sort of crime like murder or whatever. ‘Cause what crime you commit…isn’t always a shoot up.

“How am I supposed to find a job now if I can’t leave this place?” Brian Mc whined. “I’m definitely not getting money before the rent is due. I guess I’m gonna be homeless soon.” He paused to sigh heavily. “Why is my life so full of problems?”

“You won’t be homeless because you’ll be living here with me while you search for a mother fucking job and new home.” Brian F informed his friend like he did every time this topic came up. “Or you can happily stay with me if you enjoy it AND if you bring in some cash.”

Brian Mc turned his attention away from the window, groaning loudly to exaggerate his frustration. “But don’t you think this city is so boring? I hate this fucking place. It’s full of brainwashed clowns and dead but fully functioning families.”

“I guess it is. I’m sorry, honey, but it’s unfortunately the world we live in today.” Brian F replied, sitting down on the white sofa.

“What happened to the good old days? You know? Gay night clubs. Pride. Just being publicly gay and proud?”

“It’s unfortunately the world we live in today.” Brian F repeated before sighing and kicking his feet up on the furniture. “I suppose you could still be openly and publicly gay but think about the press all those gays out there are getting right now. They might as well go out and straight up ask someone to pop a cap in their asses ‘cause that’s where they’re headed anyway.”

“Yeah but remember; there are some fierce bad ass mother fucking gays out there.” Brian Mc added before his eyes widened and he started waving his hand at his friend. “Ooh! Ooh! Remember that duo we read about in the paper? The two Puerto Rican Drag Queens!”

“I do.”

“I bet we could do something like that. Going out and taking back our rights and shooting up bars full of homophobes and just travelling all over the country spreading the word!”

“That’s a terrible idea.” Brian F replied lifting the needle from the record. “You’re under house arrest and the press will find that out and expose you. A gay criminal traveling across the country with intentions of killing people would make great headlines for the press.”

“I know! But fuck all that! If the Puerto Rican kids can do it, so can we.”

“Well, firstly, those Puerto Rican’s are also Drag Queens. Not just normal re-closeted gays like you and I. They’re both hot as fuck and know what they’re doing. And, secondly, I’m gonna be honest with you.” Brian F started, leaning up on the couch and turning to face his friend. “You and I are idiots. It’s no lie. We are the biggest goof balls going and think about it. Comic relief characters usually get killed off in the movies pretty fast. Like Dobbie from Harry Potter.”

“But that’s just a dumb fake ass movie. I’m pretty sure we could make a statement. Not necessarily by causing mayhem at some bar but through survival. Brian, we could be legends.” Brian Mc pleaded. “I know we’re two dumb guys just thirsty for attention but we have so much going for us.”

“Like what?”

“We’re funny as fuck, well not right now, but usually. You’re a really cute guy and well, I guess I’m not too bad either. We’re charismatic as fuck. We’re unique as fuck. And we’re talented as fuck!” Brian Mc exclaimed, counting his points with his fingers. “And I know deep down that you and I have enough nerve to actually challenge those persecuting our people!”

“Yeah, I guess that is accurately us. But they’re gonna track us down and then our asses are grass.” Brian F continued to explain. “Just bury your dream.”

Brian Mc frowned, slouching on the window sill and resuming his observation.

He couldn’t stand to be part of the system; Hiding his true self, seeking some boring job to help pay bills, putting in his contribution to help create a better society for the people. He longed to live the life he wanted for himself. All he hoped for was to travel the country and encourage those people just like him to not be afraid and stand up against those who wronged them.

But he couldn’t. He knew his friend was right. Even something as small as holding a man’s hand in a store would only earn him a picture in the front page of the cities paper. And knowing those shady bitches, they’d have the worst mug shot to go along with the giant print of his name under the picture. How lucky those Puerto Rican’s are with their pictures in the papers – makeup on point. Hair styled to perfection. How it must’ve been to lead the life of a bad ass, killer, revolutionary Drag Queen.

“Wait!” Brian Mc shot up. “Thats it! Who has to know it’s us! We can go in fucking disguise.”

“Thanks for the idea, Robbie Rotten.” Brian F replied sarcastically.

“No! Shut up! Hear me out, OK. We could go as Drag Queens!” He exclaimed smiling madly at the idea. “How would they even know it’s us? Come on. With a little bit of makeup and some padding or whatever we could become America’s most bad ass Queens.”

“That,” Brian F paused to point a finger directly at his friend, “is yet another awful idea. We don’t even have experience in doing drag.”

“Actually I have experience in experimenting with makeup!” Earning a quizzical look from his friend, Brian Mc rolled his eyes and quickly added, “Jodie Foster Contact make inspired tutorial…Anyway I could pass my knowledge on to you.” Brian Mc’s eyes widened again. “I could be your drag mother.”

“OK. Just for the fun of it I will happily let you do my makeup right now. But I’m not following your Bonnie and Clyde dream thing.”

A few hours and struggles later, Brian F was standing in front of the full length mirror, his mouth hanging open to create a wide O. He couldn’t even recognize the man -or in this case woman- looking back at him through the glass.

“Look at huuuuuuh!” Brian Mc exclaimed creeping up behind his good friend. “She’s got the face of a Barbie doll, the body of Beyonce and the attitude of a mother fucking Drag Queen.”

“I look…nothing like me. It’s like looking at another person. In fact, what person looks like this? I look like a completely different brand of human. I look like my name should be ‘Trixie’ or something.”

“That could be your drag name! Trixie!”

Brian F turned and pointed a perfectly manicured finger in his friend’s face. “No. We’re not becoming Drag Queens, Brian.”

“I’m gonna do my face now.” Brian Mc informed him, ignoring the last comment.

And after another few hours, the moon was now cascading the sky and Brian Mc basked in its glow as he looked at his own reflection.

“I look like a Goddess. I look like the most desirable creature to have ever walked. I look like a legit woman right now.”

“But, girl, look how much you got on! You’re wearing chapstick and mascara compared to my makeup.”

“I know.” Brian Mc continued to admire himself.

“So you get to look like that and I have to look like this?”

“Yep!”

“Great!” Brian F replied, rolling his eyes.

Brian Mc looked away from himself and to his friend’s reflection. “Yeah but don’t you like yours? Like really really like it?”

“Well, yeah, I guess I do really really like it. My eyes look pretty cool. And my lips kinda look like marshmallows.”

“I like what I’ve done to me so far so I dont wanna ruin it by added to it, you know?”

“I get you. So, what’s your drag name.”

Brian Mc thought about it in silence before quickly spinning around and jumping up and down with excitement. “Ooh! Karen from finance.”

“There’s already a Karen from finance.”

“Fuck!”

“If it helps, I once watched an interview with a French Drag Queen who said the perfect Drag name is one that represents you and your interests.”

“Oh, what was her name?”

“Ben Dover. I guess she really liked reaching over tables for things.” Brian F briefly smirked, letting his humorous side come back, before getting back on topic. “But yeah, choose something to do with interests or something like that.”

“I have so many interests though.”

“Well on the count of three, just shout the first interest that comes to your head and we’ll go from there.” Brian F explained. “OK. 3…2…1 - -”

“I LIKE TO TALK IN RUSSIAN TO MEN BEFORE WE HAVE SEX ‘CAUSE IT RILES THEM UP FASTER.”

Silence…Absolute silence…

“Well?” Brian Mc urged.

“You can’t speak Russian.” His friend replied shaking his head giving his friend a quizzical look.

“Yes I can! It’s easy! And guys really do enjoy it. A little too much to be honest.” Brian Mc explained with excitement, beaming proudly of his hidden talent.

“I don’t believe it.”

“Which part? I speak Russian or it really does wonders for my sex life?”

“Both. I need proof.”

“колбаса.”

Brian Mc was confused hearing a loud moan emit from his friend’s mouth he collapsed to his knees. “The fuck happened to you?”

“OK. You’re right!” Brian F replied, standing up again and smoothing down his new outfit, blushing with embarrassment at what had just happened. “You do speak Russian. And it is quite…nice to listen to. How about something to do with that?”

“What about the most Russian name ever? Like something really hard to pronounce!” Brian Mc suggested. “How about ‘Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova’? Oh my God, I really wish I could hear those brainwashed jerks pronounce that on TV.”

“I like it, but let’s be honest. Who’s got time to say all of that? Pick something shorter, at least for me to use.”

“OK. I’m gonna go with...‘Katya’?”

“’Katya.’” Brian F repeated. “Yeah. ‘Katya’. I like that one.”

“Katya and Trixie it is! Oh my God, I’m so excited!”

“What for? We’re still not becoming out laws.”

Brian Mc practically threw himself at his friend’s feet. “Please, Trixie! I know we can do this. Yeah we may be two goof balls. But we can really do this. Think of all the young gay people out there right now suffering because not enough is being done to help us. Our people are shit on daily all because of one dumb Drag Queen’s actions. It’s not fair and it’s time for someone to take a stand.”

“But the Puerto Rican’s- -”

“OK, forget about the Puerto Rican’s. We can do a better job than them. I mean, all they do is go around the country killing people. We can make a more effective statement! Please, Trixie. Please understand.”

Brian F was silent for a moment. Throughout the duration of Brian Mc’s speech, he noted the hint cracking to his voice. He really did care about his community. “You know, sometimes I do wish times could go back to the way they were. All of this happened because of that one Drag Queen.” He paused. “But why? I just don’t get what would bring a Drag Queen to go out into the street and just shoot down a child. Actually, what would bring anyone to do that?”

“I don’t know. But, if I ever meet him, it’s not gonna be pretty.” Brian Mc threatened.

“To be honest, he’s probably long gone. No one ever found out what actually happened to him. And so many Queen’s and gay people have been persecuted since.” Brian F explained.

“Well, if that is the case he’s lucky. I could just…could just…” Brian Mc couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence.

“Let’s not talk about this. I’m gonna take all this stuff off and go home and sleep. I think it’s best you get some rest too.” Brian F hinted, taking one last look at his reflection and admiring the woman standing there.

“Don’t you wanna watch a movie before you leave?”

“Nah, we got an early rise tomorrow.” Brian F replied, collecting his things from the coffee table and putting them in his satchel.

Brian Mc’s painted eyebrows knit together now. “What? Why?”

“Well, we gotta hit the road tomorrow.” Brian F turned to his friend, the side of his mouth curling up to a smirk. Brian Mc let a grin spread on his face as excitement took him over. “Don’t forget to pack a suitcase. Bring your makeup, whatever girls clothes you got, shit for padding and duck tape. I got us covered for fire arms. They’re kinda shit but they’re for basic home safety. Hopefully we can pick up better weapons later in life. And also- -”

Brian F couldn’t continue as his friend was up on his feet and tackling him into a hug. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“You best hope I don’t randomly change my mind, bitch.”

“I’m so scared. But excited at the same time!” Brian Mc exclaimed, tears of joy threatening to spill from his eyes. “Fuck this house arrest gig anyway!”

“Tomorrow you’ll be free again!” Brian F smiled, pulling away from the other Brian.

“And we are going to be so revolutionary!”

The two pulled away and looked to their reflections before Brian F cocked his hip to the side, posing proudly. “Katya and Trixie.”

“Trixie and Katya. The sound of it sends shivers down my spine. We’re gonna be amazing.” Brian Mc declared as he wrapped his arms around Brian F once more before attempting to climb him like a koala climbing a tree.

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