Adore walks in to find BIANCA DEL RIO and COURTNEY ACT together. Like, as a couple. What the Hell? When did this happen? Adore shouldn't care but... Bianca is her biggest crush
A/N Thanks so much for all your lovely comments I can't deal! Here is a picture of the queen
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Anyway:
Honey.
Guys.
Guess who looks bomb dot com?
Me. God I look fucking sexy. Yes, yes, Courtney may be more fishy with a better body and face and everything but has she got this absolutely shit personality? No she has not.
I win.
God damn I'm checking myself out. If I were Roy or Madame LaQueer, I would want to fuck me. I'm wearing this blue wig and dark lipstick that highlights the Noriega genes of my face. I am legend.
I get a text from Katya who wants to meet in the lobby. Apparently she's got a surprise for me. I hope it's a will to live; I sure as hell need one. Then there's a knock and Courtney walks in, looking-
Sigh. Yknow I thought I looked hot but PYSCH-apparently not. She was all decked out in her fishy glory, her mug perfect, her dress perfect, HER LIFE PERFECT, HER SORTA BOYFRIEND PERFECT, HER-
"Adore? You okay?" Courtney asks. "Fab," I reply. Oh god, then fucking Bianca comes in and puts her hands on her-
I don't even want to say it. It was so vulgar I almost threw up. Call me a prude but that was TOO FUCKING MUCH.
Bianca put her hands on her shoulders. HER GODDAMN SHOULDERS. She would never do that to ME in a million years. Just because she's got nicer shoulders than me. I feel like I have big shoulders. Do I? Courtney's got real femme fatale shoulders. Is there such thing as shoulder surgery? Maybe I need it. But thinking about it, I have solid shoulders. Bitches would kill for those sharp edges. Well, there's such thing as dick enlargement so probably shoulder surgery. I wonder if my dick is bigger than hers. Probably. Maybe she-
"You ready to go?" Bianca asks. "Shoulders," I say out loud. FOR GODS SAKE ADORE. REALLY? "Wait what?" "I said yes," I quickly say. "You said shoulde-" "LETS GO!" I drag them out the door. Anything to save what's left of my dignity. "Adore?" Courtney says. "I'm really worried about you lately." "I'm cool," I say. "How about we go to a coffee shop tomorrow- me and you?" How about no. "Yes," I say sweetly. "That would be awesome."
We arrive in the lobby to find Katya, wearing this amazing cat suit- like the one Britney Spears and Derrick Barry wear. "Hey," She smiles. "What's the surprise?" "We've invited some old queens around the bar," She states, in her Russian accent. "Party!" I yell- and run towards the bar, Bianca complaining that she's too old for this running shit. I get in. The room is quite dark, people's faces illuminated by the glow of the strobe lights.
And then I see her.
I didn't expect it even in my wildest dreams. This must be impossible.
Across the dance floor, drinking from a wine glass is the one and only: Madame LaQueer.
