drag me in. {dreamnotfound}

Drag In.

Sunday nights were George's favorite nights to work at 404 Club, the best drag bar in Orlando (at least in his opinion). After a party-filled weekend, Sundays were when everything calmed down as a new week approached.

Sundays had the best crowd. Less partiers getting wasted and rowdy, more regulars that always offered pleasant conversation, compliments, and decent tips.

Yes, George loved Sunday nights. But something made him feel like tonight would be extra special. He decided to put that little bit of extra effort in getting ready this evening; he used his expensive foundation and the eyeliner that made his dark hazel eyes pop. Those eyes wear his charm. They'd pulled in almost anyone from a mile away.

He felt a happy swoop in his stomach when he looked at himself in the mirror. Ever since he first stole some of his mother's lipstick four years ago, wearing makeup made him feel empowered. It was a hidden confidence inside himself that the scared little teenage boy he was before never could have imagined having.

Now, George stepped out of the dressing room and scanned the nightclub. He noted that customers were already trickling in, getting drinks at the bar and bobbing their heads to the house music blasting through the room. Behind the bar, he saw Niki and Alex making drinks, dressed in matching black vests that showed off their stomachs and Niki's cleavage over short black shorts that left nothing to the imagination for either of them. They worked together efficiently but only spoke to each other when necessary. George knew from his many conversations with Niki that she did not like the man. He was dating her roommate — Karl — and she was convinced that the man was a drug dealer.

The other queens were starting to emerge from the dressing room as well. A tall, pretty male appeared wearing a light blue dress accented with puffy white wings sprouting from her back. Lady Ida, or Wilbur as George knew his fellow performer out of drag, had short, layered black hair with white and blue feathers. Light blue eyeshadow complimented her eyes, though she would always complain about how it was impossible to make her eyes pop because they were 'too small' — though George disagreed, her blues were beautiful. The brunette's eyes fell on a particularly gorgeous choker on Ida's neck that he would have to remember to ask about later.

Ida was followed by Queen B, the not-very-well-thought-out alias for Jack. Queen's smooth tan skin stood out against her short white dress. With the sparkles on her dress, the knee high go-go boots and her silver blonde wig, she was almost too bright too look at directly.

Ida and Queen were his best friends, though it might be sad that his only friends in the city were his coworkers. But George knew working with them supported his prediction of having an extra special night. He absolutely loved singing with them. They sounded phenomenal together; the three of them could kill any Nicki song they sang.

Singing was the best part of working at 404 Club. The performers never lip synced. It was always their real voices, either solos or group numbers, entertaining the crowd. George had always loved performing. He was even the lead singer in a glee club back in high school. But it was a million times better doing it in drag.

"Girl, you look fantastic! Pulled out all the stops tonight, huh? You plannin' on meetin' someone tonight?" Queen gushed, trying to subtly pull one of her boots higher on her leg.

"Yeah, you actually wore enough makeup to cover that ugly thing you call a face," Ida catted, earning herself a smack on the arm.

"Sorry I didn't leave enough for you. Guess you're screwed, and not in the fun way," George tossed right back with a rather sexual wink.

That was another thing about being in drag, George never felt the need to censor himself. As a man, he would never say half of what he did at the bar. The makeup, the dress, even the heels had special powers.