Gilbert turned when he heard the door to the backroom open. Glancing over his shoulder, he shot his young employee a smirk while still groping his former lover's breast.
"Hey, Viggo! I forgot to tell you it's Drag Night. Don't worry, though. Ivanka and I picked something out for you! It's in that bag on the couch."
He nodded tipped his head in the general direction of the couch and turned his now blue eyes to look at Ivanka.
"Well, Gilbo," she said, and gave his fake boob another squeeze. "I think we got them about right."
She grabbed the compression vest sitting on the chair and a pile of neatly folded clothes and knocked on the bathroom door. She'd rather not put it on in front of the new kid.
Feli had already tucked all of his hair (even his distinctive curl had been hidden away) into a wig cap and he already had his leggings on with his manhood tucked expertly out of sight. No man-mel toe for him! A black bra cupped a proud pair of Cs as Feli leaned over the sink, applying mascara with a finesse that suggested he'd done something like this before.
"What...what is going on, what do you mean by Drag night.."
Viggo continued to stare. The mortified look wasn't fading, even seemed to grow at the mention of a change of clothes. Just what were they putting him in, he sincerely hoped it wasn't anything like what Feli seemed to be wearing.
Of course curiosity quickly got the better of him, and he approached the bag in question. It began simply enough, pulling out the heels, the jewelry, then...the dress?
"...Not on your life!" The words escaped him before he was even processed who he was saying it too.
Natalia had seen the fliers around the neighborhood and decided to go. It would be supporting Gilbert and that's what BFF's did. She had even dressed up for the occasion. She was wearing a dark wash baggy pair of men's jeans with a black belt holding them up, a black button down men's cut shirt and had put her hair up underneath a slightly too large cap. Of course she was also wearing combat boots to finish the outfit.
It was very strange wearing the jeans, she hadn't worn pants in a very long time. She had also bound herself so that was odd as well. At least this way she still wasn't very exposed so she had that thought to comfort herself with. Taking a small breath she got out of her van and walked into the bar.
It looked about like it always did, making Natalia feel a bit out of place. She spotted Gilbert working behind the bar so decided to take a seat near him.
She hoped to surprise him with her outfit so very calmly stated, "Hello Gilbert," to get his attention.
A drag night at The Pit? That was the bar Feliciano's boyfriend co-owned with that Russian...and where Gilbo worked. Aeneas wasn't going to put on women's clothing, but he would participate in some manner.
It wasn't a dress, but...it had been called a dress before, and the Roman decided that that was more than enough of a qualification. Besides, with his build and strong jaw, there was no way he could ever successfully pull of a drag outfit.
It was his full, ceremonial toga that Aeneas showed up at the Pit in. It wasn't pants, and he thought it was 'fabulous,' as the kids called it these days. Or was it 'fierce' now? Either way, Aeneas was sure he looked good.
By the time Aeneas had arrived, Feli had stepped out from the backroom in full drag and was mingling over by the pool table. Upon his grandfather's arrival, the little Italian made his way over to the bar himself and grinned before plopping down, adjusting his pink little Marc Jacobs dress.
"Oh hey Grandpa, you came after all!" He called, not sure if he got the man's attention or not. "The toga is classy, ja!"
If it weren't for the 'grandpa' bit of his greeting, Feli would have practically been unrecognizable, given the blonde wig and sunglasses he'd donned in a very Gaga-esque manner.
Aeneas liked to think of himself as pretty open-minded, but there was only so well a Grandfather could take seeing his adorable grandchild in very, very convincing drag. He checked all women on ideological grounds, and it was taking every ounce of self discipline he had not to check out his grandson's fake tits.
"It looks the same as every other semester," he said, "still don't know who posted thaton my wall."
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Feliks needed a break from, well, life it felt. It was so grody how his classes and internship like demanded all this totally uncool stuff from him, like his time and effort. What was up with that? So it was unusual that he ventured out of his grandmother's house to go to a bar of all things (he was totally the legal age in Poland, okay).
He somehow hadn't noticed that the theme was drag night and dressed that way of his own accord. Granted, it wasn't as if he crossdressed when he was working in his internship or at university (sometimes), but girl clothes were just so cute...
Feliks slid onto a barstool and noted that the crowd tonight was particularly fabulous. Cool. He might actually have a way cool night...staring at people and not talking to them.
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"Hey, Viggo! I forgot to tell you it's Drag Night. Don't worry, though. Ivanka and I picked something out for you! It's in that bag on the couch."
He nodded tipped his head in the general direction of the couch and turned his now blue eyes to look at Ivanka.
"Well, Gilbo," she said, and gave his fake boob another squeeze. "I think we got them about right."
She grabbed the compression vest sitting on the chair and a pile of neatly folded clothes and knocked on the bathroom door. She'd rather not put it on in front of the new kid.
"Feli dear, can I come in for a moment?"
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Feli had already tucked all of his hair (even his distinctive curl had been hidden away) into a wig cap and he already had his leggings on with his manhood tucked expertly out of sight. No man-mel toe for him! A black bra cupped a proud pair of Cs as Feli leaned over the sink, applying mascara with a finesse that suggested he'd done something like this before.
"Gilbert got his tits right?"
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Viggo continued to stare. The mortified look wasn't fading, even seemed to grow at the mention of a change of clothes. Just what were they putting him in, he sincerely hoped it wasn't anything like what Feli seemed to be wearing.
Of course curiosity quickly got the better of him, and he approached the bag in question. It began simply enough, pulling out the heels, the jewelry, then...the dress?
"...Not on your life!" The words escaped him before he was even processed who he was saying it too.
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It was very strange wearing the jeans, she hadn't worn pants in a very long time. She had also bound herself so that was odd as well. At least this way she still wasn't very exposed so she had that thought to comfort herself with. Taking a small breath she got out of her van and walked into the bar.
It looked about like it always did, making Natalia feel a bit out of place. She spotted Gilbert working behind the bar so decided to take a seat near him.
She hoped to surprise him with her outfit so very calmly stated, "Hello Gilbert," to get his attention.
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It wasn't a dress, but...it had been called a dress before, and the Roman decided that that was more than enough of a qualification. Besides, with his build and strong jaw, there was no way he could ever successfully pull of a drag outfit.
It was his full, ceremonial toga that Aeneas showed up at the Pit in. It wasn't pants, and he thought it was 'fabulous,' as the kids called it these days. Or was it 'fierce' now? Either way, Aeneas was sure he looked good.
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"Oh hey Grandpa, you came after all!" He called, not sure if he got the man's attention or not. "The toga is classy, ja!"
If it weren't for the 'grandpa' bit of his greeting, Feli would have practically been unrecognizable, given the blonde wig and sunglasses he'd donned in a very Gaga-esque manner.
"How does your spring semester look?"
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"It looks the same as every other semester," he said, "still don't know who posted thaton my wall."
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In this.
He somehow hadn't noticed that the theme was drag night and dressed that way of his own accord. Granted, it wasn't as if he crossdressed when he was working in his internship or at university (sometimes), but girl clothes were just so cute...
Feliks slid onto a barstool and noted that the crowd tonight was particularly fabulous. Cool. He might actually have a way cool night...staring at people and not talking to them.
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