Friday I'm In Love

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Mikey was sure he was going to be shot for his plan. Well, Gerard couldn't fire a gun - it was more likely to be poison. He'd done no major crime, mind you, just contacted one of Gerard's hot friends from his arts college who just so happened to be working as a performer in the city. Okay maybe he'd stolen Gerard's phone to get his number but it wasn't Mikey's fault that the guy had kept the same password - 1988 - high school. Maybe it was for selfish reasons, Mikey could admit to that, but the guy was hot. And he played guitar. 

He found Gerard laying on his floor at nine. Pink Floyd's The Dark Side Of The Moon hummed sadly from the record player beside his easel. Gerard's room existed on a different plane of chaos than anywhere else Mikey had come across; coffee cups were stacked in a Jenga tower in the corner, nude paintings sat in the gap between his closet and the wall and stacks of jeans and band shirts seeped out from under the furniture. Many had tried to tame the mess - none had succeeded. 

"What do you want, whore?" Gerard muttered lifelessly from the floor, his eyes glassed over as a cigarette burned in the ashtray beside him. 

Mikey left the doorway chuckling and lay down beside his brother, folding his arms over his chest. "Well, Captain McBastard, I have an idea."

"Oh no—"

"Shut the fuck up or I will slap you" Mikey snapped warningly. "I have a friend -" he continued. Gerard cut him off by snorting indignantly. "He works at this bar near Hayley's place. He's going to be there tonight, if you're up for it?"

Mikey knocked on Gerard's door half an hour later dressed in a way which would certainly give a pastor an aneurysm. He didn't always dress like a whore; rarely since he moved in with Gerard. But when he did the night was going to be good. His tightest black jeans weren't an unusual occurrence, what did differ was the knee high Doc Martens Bert got him jokingly for his birthday and the Black Flag tank top he'd added. 

"You look terrible." Gerard snorted with a roll of his eyes, as Mikey messed with his contact lenses before picking up the eyeliner. "Like an emo prostitute." 

"And you look like an anime girl designed by a fifty-five year old incel." Mikey snapped, slamming the eyeliner pencil down on the sink. 

The club was dark, loud and packed with people. Both brothers slipped inside in silence, taking their seats at a small table in the corner. They were surrounded by bachelor and bachelorette parties as well as a small group of guys in pride booty shorts and heels. If anything, Mikey was underdressed. 

"You brought me to a drag bar?" Gerard hissed angrily in Mikey's ear. Mikey, who was too busy messing with his hair to care. 

"LADIES, GENTLEMEN, AND THOSE WHO ARE YET TO MAKE UP THEIR MINDS." a booming girly giggle began as a tall queen with soft bouncing amber curls walked across the stage. "Are you having a good evening?" she asked, followed by a mediocre cheer from the crowd. She tutted disappointedly, twirling in her floor length gold dress. "My name is Vicky Glitter. What's yours babydoll?" she asked, pointing her sparkly microphone towards Gerard - who was turning an entertaining shade of magenta. 

"G-Gerard."

"G-Gerard" Vicky began gently, bending down as if talking to a child. "Is this your first drag show?" she asked. Gerard nodded in terror. "Alright then! We'll be gentle." she giggled, blowing him a kiss before strutting around the audience.

"I am going to kill you." Gerard snapped at Mikey - who was having far more fun that he was in making fun of him. 

Three queens and a beer in, Gerard was starting to loosen up. But it was only when he heard the intro to KISS' Psycho Circus did he sit up in anticipation. A single slender leg poked out from behind the curtain as the intro played. Only a black stiletto stayed visible until the guitar kicked in when the curtains were thrown open and a tall queen in a blood red dress gathered at the waist with a plunging neckline and long black hair to her waist. Her makeup was stunning, an obsidian eyeshadow and her lipstick the same shade as her dress. 

Something bugged Gerard as she made her way down the stage and to the catwalk. He swore he'd met her before. As the song reached it's climax she knelt down on the side of the stage, flashing Mikey a wink and blowing Gerard a kiss before mouthing something that looked like "later" to them both. Gerard had never seen Mikey blush as much as he did when the drag queen pranced away. 

They headed towards the stage door, greeted by an exhausted drag queen in only a wig cap and a hastily tied robe. "We're here for Miss Ruby Red?" Mikey asked. The queen chuckled, moving out the way of the door. They headed inside, led by a drag queen in a shocking pink wig who deposited them beside a series of messy dressing tables. 

Mere seconds later Miss Ruby Red came flying through the dressing room. She reached to the top of the wig's hairline and tugged it off without resistance, setting it on a polystyrene mannequin head. 

"Michael Way! As I live and breathe!" she exclaimed as she tore the black heels off her feet. "You've grown into a fine young man." she continued flirting as she threw the wig cap off and pulled out the sea of bobby pins. 

"Hey." Mikey exhaled sharply as Ruby reached for the makeup remover. 

Once the makeup was no more and the fake tits had been packed away Gerard's brain caught up. "Ray?" he gasped before rounding on a blushing Mikey. "You did steal my phone! You bastard—"

"Like you were going to text me." Ray laughed, his voice at it's usual depth. "If anything, your pretty brother did you a favor."

"How's Christa?" Gerard interrupted as he cleared his throat.

"Haven't seen her since graduation.", Ray replied. "Mikes, sweetheart, can you get the zip for me?"

"I'm going to throw up." Gerard whined. 

Mikey nodded  fearfully as Ray turned around. He took the zip with shaking hands as Gerard pouted from the corner. He tugged on the zip, which stopped just above Ray's ass mind you, and jumped away once it was open. 

"So, why now?" Ray asked. 

"Gerard's having a sexuality crisis."

"Shut up Mikey."