Trixie and Willam

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"Does this make my ass look good?" WIllam posses in his skinny jeans in Trixies vanity mirror so she can see as well, "Why don't you go in drag. It'd draw enough attention to you. I mean you do like attention." Willam laughs and turns around looking in the mirror again, "As much as I love being called an attention whore. It'd be pretty hard to pull trade." Trixie rolls her eyes as she applies pink lipstick to her plump lips, "Oh please, with how many wound up closeted freshmen would be there. You could just say the right words and they'll jizz in their tight skinny jeans." Willam thinks about it for a second then looks at his phone, "No bitch we don't have enough time. Just give me a boy beat." Trixie sits Willam down in her chair and grabs her blond eye brow pencil, "Oo you kept it warm." Trixie chuckles and leans down beginning to fill the sassy twinks eye brows, "Don't do it too thick bitch." Trixie looks down with the pencil still firm on Willams eye brows, "Don't test me keep your big ass mouth shut for five minutes." Willam huffs and closes his eye while holding his breath.
Adore walks through Trixie's bedroom door with a six pack of wine coolers, "I wanna make sure we start drinking before hand. God knows we'll need it." "Fuck! You ruined my concentration." Trixie laughs and points Willams forehead at Adore and they both start loudly laughing. Willam turns around to look in the mirror and rubs off the large line of pencil off across his forehead, "Fuck off!" Willam yells before snatching the pencil away from Trixie, "You had one damn job Tracie Martel!" Trixie snickers and sits down on her bed next to Adore, "Is she coming to the party?" Trixie asks before grabbing a brush and sitting Adore down in front of her to brush the ratty mess, "The time limit is an hour. She doesn't know how she'd feel about going to something that involves people in the musical when she isn't even going to be in it for the first time." Trixie sighs and continues to gently brush her hair, "Do you want it up or down?" Willam buts in before Adore opens her mouth to respond, "It should be up, it'll show off those big eyes and your cute ears." Willam raises her eye brows in the mirror at Trixie before turning around, "Don't act so surprised I can be nice." They all giggle before Trixie grabs some bobby pins and two hair ties, "I think you'll like this." 
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Adore looks in the mirror at the two french braided buns in her hair and readjusts the outfit she picked out. She's  wearing high wasted acid washed jeans with a baggy black tank top that's tucked in at the waste line, and a pair of white combat boots, "oooo someones feeling themselves." Willam points out before pushing Adore over to check himself out for the twentieth time. He looks himself up and down before pulling his tight black tank top down a bit, and moving his button up navy blue shirt over it trying to decide whether to keep it open or not, "UGH c'mon Willam we don't have all day!" Trixie pulls Willam out of her bedroom door by his collar, "You're going to wrinkle it bitch!" Trixie groans before checking to make sure she has everything, "You can't be drunk already." Adore laughs as Trixie pauses for a second, "Eh." She holds up her thumb and her finger in the air, "A little." "Fucking light weights." Willam exclaims before walking out the front door.
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