Blind - Trixya

Blind

*Chapter Notes*

First and foremost I want to clarify that characterization is EXTREMELY important to me, and, even when the idea came to my mind some time ago, I didn't even start writing the story until I did my proper research. I wrote and re-wrote this so many times, trying to make the characters as close to real as possible, and I'm not even sure if I got them right. Nonetheless, this is a Trixya fic, so that's where my main focus is going to be. No disrespect to any of the queens, especially Miss Alaska. Hopefully she's not so OOC that you guys will want to burn me alive.

Massive thank you to everybody who helped make this story even postable. They are the true heroes.

Enjoy!

Blind

"No, those go over there! Ohmygod!"

Alaska runs a hand across his forehead, exasperated. Why is he even allowing people to help him? It's not so hard to organize a simple party, he has done it before just fine. He shouldn't be running around the place, so late in the day, making sure the house looks good.

There's still so much food to get ready, and he hasn't even started cooking. Everything should be set to receive the Drag Race girls that will be visiting his place tonight. He has organized the reunion so they can watch the finale of the current season. As far as he knows, nobody is watching anymore. Sure, they are all working and touring and whatnot, and not all of them were super obsessed fans right from the start like he's always been, but they could at least support the show that–

Oh, no! That goes in the dining room!

It takes him the entire day but, by some point in the afternoon, when people start to arrive, the place looks somewhat presentable.

The first one to walk through the door is Bianca, all smiles and big teeth.

"Hieeeeeee!"

"Hello, Lasky!"

Alaska studies him shamelessly. He's wearing jeans, a simple black t-shirt but a bright purple suit jacket on top. "Ooh, I like it!" Alaska decides out loud as he runs his fingers on the lapel. "I mean, it's not animal print, but I like the color."

Bianca laughs as he pulls him into a hug. "Of course you do, you stupid whore. This cost more than your entire house..." Alaska is sure his insult is supposed to be much longer but, as Bianca looks around the empty living room, his thought process stops. "Wait. I'm the first one here? Oh, no. I gotta get out of here."

It's betweens laughs and giggles that Alaska stops him from turning around, his mood already getting lighter. "No, no, no. You have to stay!"

They sit in the living room and Bianca tells him all about the Australian leg of his tour; shares stories of dirty dressing rooms, and crowds that would eat up anything he would feed them. Alaska can actually feel the excitement and happiness exuding the man sitting next to him. Something warm fills him as he listens to the beautiful adventures of one of the most successful drag queens to this day, who happens to be a close friend. Bianca is having the time of his life, traveling the world and taking advantage of the amazing platform that the show gave him. This is what drag should be all about. It should bring people happiness and make them enjoy life just as much as Bianca is doing right now.

The conversation has moved on to Alaska's new album when the doorbell rings again. He opens the door to a lesbian Courtney in all her glory. She is wearing boy's clothes but her face is fully painted and she is sporting a high ponytail.

One by one, and with only a few minutes between them, is that his friends start arriving. Alyssa is all legs in a tiny pair of shorts, he barrels in, rearranging the furniture that Alaska spent the entire day putting into place. Willam gets there and immediately takes over the kitchen, making sure the snacks are just the way he likes them. As soon as Adore crosses the door, he jumps to sit with Bianca, saying how much he's missed his dad. Ginger brings his husband, surprising absolutely nobody. Kim Chi arrives alone, though, which prompts Alaska to ask him about Trixie.