It’s a work in progress, and some of the characters introduced here are more than slightly based on actual people I know… though the names have been changed to protect the guilty… But I wanted to share this, and see if it was any good before I got sucked too far into this story:
While it was her favorite diner, the mild cacophony that filled the restaurant at this time of night was not Aphra’s favorite thing. She gripped the shoulder strap of her bag like June Cleaver might clutch some pearls while she wove through the chaos, dodging waitresses and drunken customers alike.
In the corner, Dylan and his latest acquisition waved her over. They were still in the get-to-know you phase. Aphra could tell by the gleam in Dylan’s eye that he was more than mildly intrigued by this new boy. Sitting there with their matching silver body paint peeking out from under the sleeves of their jackets, they were the very definition of a pair of Twinks.
“Well hello, Gorgeous,” Dylan shouted at her over the din of a dozen conversations. “Took you long enough.”
He grabbed her bag and kissed both her cheeks before sliding over to make room for her. Up close, she could smell the faint hint of his favorite gin hiding just beneath the scent of too much cologne and more than a hint of sweat. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell, rather it was just enticing enough to make Aphra wish she’d gone with them to the club. Unfortunately, her last experience had been less than perfect and just the thought of it made the anxiety roll around in her stomach.
“This is Tim,” Dylan said, grabbing his new boy toy a little higher up his thigh than was probably considered decent. “He’s studying to be an archaeologist; isn’t that exciting?”
Tim’s cheeks turned a beautiful shade of scarlet, nearly as deep as the crunchy red curls on the top of his head.
“It’s only exciting if you don’t mind digging around in the dirt to learn about long-dead people,” he said in a voice that was shockingly deep for how slight of stature he was.
Across from him, two queens Aphra recognized began to giggle.
The one on the left appeared to be Miss Blasia Azure, otherwise known as the “Blue Funk Diva,” a beautiful black/Asian drag queen known to lip sync to funky 70’s hits while wearing a signature neon blue wig. To her right, sat her protege: Miss Deja Blu. Deja was nearly a foot shorter than Blasia with thicker features, but put her in a blue wig, with the right makeup, and her platform boots, and you couldn’t tell the two apart. Deja always introduced herself as “Miss Deja Blu, with no ‘E’, so as to not be confused with the water, but you can call me Deja.” Sometimes, to people whom she thought were particularly rude, she would tell them to call her “Miss Blu,” but Aphra, being one of the ones invited into the inner circle, was allowed to call her by her non-drag name: Kenny.
Kenny was the one who started the giggle fest.
“Oh honey, this one here,” Kenny motioned to Dylan, “he definitely ain’t afraid to get dirty every now and then!”