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Eddie didn't really know what was going on but the green suit they gave her fit her nicely and thank god something was making her feel better. And the bonus was, if she felt like she was going to be sick again, she could blame the reflection of her outfit.

"Axel," Moxie said, "that fur really brings out the colour of your eyes."

Eddie contemplated slamming her head into the vanity she'd been seated at when she realized he was shirtless and not wearing his costume.

"I—uh—thanks." Axel groaned a little when Slaynia handed him a costume. It looked like a goat. "Thank you."

"Oh, look," Moxie said. "Extensions for your coat."

"Homegrown and everything," Axel said. "Wow."

"Hey, Slaynia," Stevie said. "Just curious but do you have more wax strips in your kit?"

"Yeah," Slaynia said, "just let me know how many you need."

"Stev," Maverick said, holding his eye open with one hand and putting in a contact lens, "you're a masochist."

"No one mourns the hairy," Stevie said.

"I would mourn the hairy, actually," Axel said.

Unfortunately, some part of Eddie would too. What a terrible thing to discover about herself.

"Don't you have baaaa sounds to practice?" Stevie asked.

Axel let out a goat noise that earned him his first extended stare from Eddie if only for her to look at him aghast that it hadn't been a soundboard.

Maverick made a face at him. "I don't like that you were good at that."

"You can't even let me have that win?"

"No." And it showed, as Maverick seemed to be having a better time poking himself in the eye to put the other lens in than give Axel any semblance of a win.

"Axel, be honest," Moxie said, working on some blue makeup. "Do you even know who your character is? And don't just say the goat."

Axel blinked. "I mean, I thought it was Mr. Tumnus, but this costume says otherwise. There's no scarf."

"Maverick," Stevie said in a chiding tone. One step away from full naming him. "I think you need to answer for your crimes of inviting this man to a Wicked-themed drag show."

"Where's the cop who wrote Axel three tickets when you need him?" Moxie asked.

"Can I use the excuse that I was sad and not thinking straight or is that not good enough?" Maverick asked.

"I think the problem is that you were thinking straight," Moxie said.

"You've overextended your sadness credit with this one," Stevie said.

"That's fair on both accounts," Maverick said, cleaning a makeup brush. "Sorry about that."

Gaylinda walked into the room, looking wonderfully fabulous. "Can I borrow Elphie and... pink Galinda? Need to test something before the show."

Calling Stevie and Maverick away from the group to test something was a one way ticket to having to forcibly remove them from a stage and Eddie hoped Gaylinda knew that. They practically pushed each other out of the way as they sprinted off to where they were needed. Combine that with their executive functions trying to help others rather than wallow in self-pity and they were the greatest and worst people alive to be asked for help.