Eight Dollars (Trixya)

Introduction

The bar was packed with people. There was always a real sense of success when this many people turned out to watch us perform, even though since Drag Race this had become the norm. Tonight, Trixie and I were performing together for the first time in a few months, and I was excited to do what I loved with the person... I mean, my best friend. We were doing what we'd described as a live version of UNHhh, which really just meant the pair of us chatting about anything that came to mind, like we normally would.

"We're very good friends, but we never get to work together, so thank you guys for bringing us together!" Trixie told the crowd, before holding up a hand for me to take.

I silenced the impulsive part of my brain that wanted to grab her and never let go, instead making a joke of awkwardly holding one finger. Trixie laughed, and my heart jumped a little.

"This is friendship," she joked, the words hitting me like a bullet. Yes, this was friendship, but I would kill for something more.

Trixie made some joking remark about me having tried to kiss her to the crowd. Only when slightly tipsy, of course, I'd tried to reason with myself. In reality? Any opportunity I got to throw myself at her I took, and she didn't seem to mind half as much as you might think. Was I desperate? Yes, was the straight answer, but she seemed oblivious as ever, putting my flirting down to the slutty image I'd built up because the one person I wanted didn't seem to want me.

"You want some tea?" I asked to loud cheers from the crowd. "I'm gonna give you the real tea of my failed sexual encounters," I gestured towards a giggling Trixie.

"Basically, every time I try to have sex with Trixie, she shuts me down, and here's why; she wants to cuddle," I begin, interrupted by Trixie making a remark that threw me into a fit of giggles.

"I just wanna fuck your butt with my ding-a-ling!" I exclaimed, and Trixie laughed. I laughed too, because if you can't laugh at yourself being shut down by your best friend who you have a massive crush on, who can you laugh at?

"We were in bed," Trixie recalled, and I wasn't sure where this was headed, because I'd lost count of how many  times we'd shared a bed, and all the little things that had happened in those moments that would be insignificant to anyone else. "And I felt eyes on me, and I opened them, and she said 'you know I'm not gonna go to sleep until you make out with me',"

It was true. I had done that, and Trixie had kissed me, but not before rolling her eyes, which I could tell even in the half light. Something about how the faint moonlight from the window was hitting her face as we lay there had captured me then, pushing me on to do stupid things. Maybe that was when I realised I was fucked, because I was head over heels for this wonderful person, and all I was to her was the friend that she thought hit on her when there was no one better around. In reality, I knew no one could ever come close to her.

For someone who had spent years proclaiming that they weren't a romantic, and didn't believe in love, I had done a pretty good job of turning myself around. I might put it down to time just thawing through the icy exterior I'd created, but maybe it was a specific person who made me change my mind. I hadn't gone soft, by any means, believeing in forevers decided at first sight, running off into the sunset with your childhood sweetheart or any of that Hollywood nonsense, but maybe I was learning to see the potential in the real life sense of things.

We continued to flirt a little, and Trixie kept touching my arm as we spoke. She had no clue that my heart sped up slightly each tine she did that, but it felt like the world could see that the littlest thing she did could make me blush. Thankfully, I knew my thick foundation covered that up for me.

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"Are all you guys here team Katya?" Trixie asked the audience, receiving a loud cheer, which I appreciated. I'd put a lot of work into All Stars 2, and I was loving now seeing how everyone reacted to events I'd almost forgotten, it seemed so long ago we filmed it.

"I really hope you win All Stars, because I would like you to buy me things," Trixie told me.

"If I win All Stars, and I win all that hundred thousand dollars, I will then pay Trixie twenty grand to have sex with me," I said, and the audience screamed loudly.

"The spook is," Trixie shot back, "She could have me for eight! Eight dollars!"

I laughed along with everyone else, but I wished more than anything I could have her. It had long stopped being about the fun of hitting on my friend, because the fun wore off pretty quickly once you realised you weren't joking.

We finished our section of the show before packing our things away, ready to head back to the hotel.

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It wasn't until I lay staring up at the plain white ceiling of my hotel room that I really thought about what Brian had said earlier. I couldn't be certain he had been serious, but after all this time of silent pining, I was getting just a bit desperate. If eight dollars was all it really took, I was willing to do that and about anything else to get him to be mine.

He had asked me to come with him for his short pre-Christmas UK tour, and I had said yes without a thought. It was almost stupid that he seemed to have no clue of my feelings when I always seemed to do everything within my power to make him happy. I counted out the days of the tour in my head. 

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... Eight. Eight shows.

The plan wrote itself, really.