and i know you all over again

"And in the end, Trott found out that he could make at least five times more than these ladies, right Trotty?" Alex spoke with a smirk, looking from the camera in Ross' hands to Chris. They were finally finished filming at the drag show, which was rewarding in itself with the fact that he could hardly focus on what was being said, his eyes transfixed on everything going on at the stage. He had never seen something as exciting as the obvious men dressed in women's clothing, lust and want entering the forefront of his mind. It wasn't exactly a secret that he was bisexual, simply nothing he mentioned unless it was brought up. Usually it never was, Ross and Chris deciding he was straight and having no need to question his sexuality. With the last quips made before they turned the camera off, Alex's eyes watched the queen named Trixie with feigned disinterest.

“Oh honey,” Trixie said, turning her microphone back on and walking up behind the three men sitting at one of the high barstool tables. She’d been ordering a drink from the barman when she’d noticed the rather professional setup of the camera they were using to film themselves. She’d been curious as to what they could be doing when she walked closer and heard the last bit of their conversation. The crowd started cheering, and she let out a laugh as she sidled up next to the tall one she’d noticed surreptitiously watching her. “This man seems to think that, what was your name again? Frotty?” She let out one of her trade make laughs, turning towards the tall one and snaking an arm around his neck. “Honey, frotty? You could frot me all day, honey,” she drew it out, listening as the crowd joined in as she repeated it. “But, this man seems to think that Frotty here could make five times more than us? Five times!” She gave anouther pause as she listened to the crowds reaction. “I beg to differ, I think he could make six. Don’t you guys agree? C’mon, give it up for him! Yaaas!” She said loudly, laughing as everyone cheered loudly for him. “Where are you guys from, you from here?”

Ross hesitated putting the camera down, looking at the queen who towered over Chris. It wasn’t every time that they got footage of someone else talking shit on the shortest male of the trio. Alex sat up straighter, eyes now trailing down the curves of the queen, wondering how that even worked. How can someone be that ridiculously perfect? There was a shiver sent down his spine as Trixie wrapped an arm around his neck, licking his lips as he looked up to the other. “We’re from Brighton, came here to give Trott a birthday surprise,” he spoke, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry. He brought his drink to his lips, happy to take a break from the pressure his body was under, tension and sweat seeming to accumulate on the top of his brow. Ross and Chris were none the wiser, staring at Trixie with amusement and laughing at her jokes. “I think we should see how much better Trott is than the girls, don’t you, Smith?” Ross asked, eyes traveling slowly over to Alex, a large grin on his face. The only thing that Alex could do was nod dumbly at what his best friend was saying.