As a former Miss Congeniality for season 15, you have the privilege of competing in an All Congeniality season, alongside the likes of Ben Delacreme and the one and only Katya Zamolodchikova. Due to a frustrating season and shady production, you fin...
You were roused from a deep hangover to your phone howling at you from the pile of clothes it had been tossed into the night before. Finally beyond the press tour from your All Stars season, you'd been on a mild bender for three straight days, trying to loosen up.
Unfortunately, all that had meant was going out to drink with your token straight friends - all your queer friends were busy working. You loved Mia and Harlem, but let's face it. Straight people are boring, and Mia, being the functioning alcohol she was, only knew how to have fun by drinking herself into a black hole. Plus, you always hated being their third wheel. Now you were suffering the consequences.
Dredging up all the energy you could muster, you swore silently never to drink again as you picked up your phone. It was Miss Mewiddat, a local drag queen who you'd worked with long before you ever entered Drag Race. She was a bit leeching of your current fame, but you figured when she got the job hosting watch parties, she'd back off of you. Apparently not. Searching for a stale glass of water on your night stand, you prepared yourself for whatever favour that was about to be asked of you.
"Yello?" you managed, reaching out to yank closed your windows. Fuck, that sun was bright.
"Girl, I told you not to make friends with those Drag Race girls!" She was entirely too loud for this time of morning - oh, wait, it was 12pm on a Monday. Well, she was still too loud.
"Missy, I'm so fucking hungover, what are you talking about?" Somehow, by some miracle, you had set out some pain killers with your water before collapsing into bed last night.
"Oh, you haven't seen the new Watch Party. Girl."
Shaking your head, knowing she couldn't see it, you chucked back the pills and water like a pelican. "Nuh uh. Don't wanna. Don't care."
"You're gonna care, girl."
Call me girl one more fucking time, you thought. You hated it when drag queens deliberately emphasised 'girl' with you, being a bio queen. And you knew Missy did it purely as a jab. You had nothing else to do today, so you told her you would put it on and hung up without waiting for more of her drivel.
Flopping back into your mattress, you absently scrolled through your phone, checking messages. Your brow furrowed seeing how many notifications you had from Trixie and pressed her icon.
Hey bitch. Miss U. Are you too cool to hang out tonight?
Twenty minutes later:
Sis I'm bored. Katya's busy so come hang out.
Another ten.
Ugh fine be lame. I'm going to go watch katya since you apparently SUCK xoxo Is Miss WhateverTheFuck always so nasty lol Katya's on. Wish ur second best friend good luck!
You smiled at the attached picture, double tapping it to 'heart' it, knowing Trixie hated that Contact dress with a passion.
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