WIP: Drag (2/3)
Title: Drag (2/3)
Author: Vensre
Starring: Dom&Billy
Rating: PG
Summary: Don't call me normal. But don't call me weird either.
Disclaimer: The way that I can imagine is not the true Way.
Notes: Dialogue-fic. Lots of Eddie Izzard references. Part one lives here.
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{ Part II : Oahu / Glasgow }
"No, Dominic, now, that is drag. That's drag."
"Hello to you, too."
"Ah shut it. As if you care about phone etiquette."
"Got me again. You got my email, then? Digital cameras, they're --"
"Dom. ...You okay?"
"...Yeah. A little scared."
"Don' be scared."
"I'm tryin'."
"What is this, really? And will y' finish what you were goin't' say in L.A., about what's drag?"
"I don't know. I don't like being restricted, y' know? There's things that're out of bounds, just 'cause I'm male -- Well."
"Is that it? That isn't Eddie Izzard talking, by any chance, is it?"
"...I don't know what it is, exactly. Billy... Please."
"Hold it together, there. You're fine, you are more than fine. Disturbingly fine, even."
"Puns are the lowest form of humour."
"Appropriate, then, that we should be working so closely with them. The paramecia of the joke world. Do they divide and multiply as well?"
"NO! No math jokes. I'm okay."
"That sounds almost true, at least. Tell me?"
"What do you want t' know?"
"Tell me what drag is..."
"Oh. Well. Drag, I guess, drag is taking one way of dressing to an extreme. It doesn't have to be crossdressing."
"...That's not really drag, then, is it. What you're wearing in the picture. Are you still?"
"Yeah."
"It's a nice skirt. I have t' say, it looks sort of normal on you... No offence."
"C'mon, what am I taking offence at in --"
"I just called you normal."
"Oh. ...HOW DARE YOU!?! Okay. But. I mean. It feels pretty natural to extend what I normally wear to this, and that's part of what scares me. And I keep thinking of going out like this, and I know people are gonna look if I do, and they look anyway, right, and I don't want to care what they're gonna think, but I want to know. I'm trying to figure it out. And I'm not really sure what I think, really."
"...Bloke in a dress!"
"Oi darling! Oi darling! Heheheheh!"
"Okay, no, Dom. Right. God, but I wish I was there."
"...So do I."
"Oh, Dommie. C'mon, now. Shh. ...It really does look quite good on you."
"Hmh. I kind of thought so, too. Hence the photo."
"Who took that, by the way?"
"Set it on a timer."
"Okay. Right. ...No wristcuffs?"
"They didn't go."
"You... are really something."
"My mummy says I'm thpecial!"
"Your mummy doesn't know the half of it! Unless.. Whose is that?"
"Mine! Idjit."
"Gotcha. Have you... before, have you tried things like this before?"
"Yeah. Sometimes. I sort of, I just... I'm worrying. About what it means. I don't know --"
"Wait, now, Dom. Backing up a bit. People at the Seven-Eleven saw you in a skirt - in that skirt, particularly - what would they think? Probably, 'Oh, that looks a bit heavy for summer, but DAMN is it his colour.' And what is the most heinous, wretched thought they could possibly entertain?"
"'That makes him look fat.' Haha."
"Dom."
"Or. Oh, it's a pervert. I'd better keep my kids away from him."
"Discrimination against perverts. People like Viggo and Elijah are still good people!"
"...You know what I meant. It's a little hard for that to be funny right now."
"Well. Are you a pervert?"
"Um!"
"Are you?"
"No? Okay, I don't think so, not more than you, probably. Although on second thought, it's like being tall. Doesn't take much effort next t' you."
"Yeah, yeah, HOWEVER. You seem to be saying you're not a pervert. Good, a fact."
"What is a pervert?"
"Completely subjective. Useless word at this point. We discard it."
"Ooookay..."
"And?"
"...I suppose they might think I'm gay, too, yeah?"
"And are ya?"
"Oh, but. That's not really a big deal, is it. Some o' those fans think so already, and they seem to approve, huh?"
"Well. That's another area, isn't it."
"Doesn't matter. Seriously. They can think I'm gay no matter what I wear, and that doesn't matter at all."
"...Okay. What else, anything else?"
"I don't know. ...Drag, you know, drag is usually for gender, I think - I'm not sure though. Dressing really masculine or really feminine. It might be for other stuff, too, though. Like my suit. Normality drag. Boring black suit with inoffensive tie."
"Ach. Don't bother putting yourself down, Dommie. You looked great. Y' always do."
"Why, thank you, Bill!"
"I knew it! Fishing for compliments again, y' cad?"
"Annnd they seem t' be biting!"
"Your crisis is officially over. C'n I go 'n' piss now?"
"Right! I'll let you go."
"Augh. If it weren't so true, it might be funny. You prophet of our modern times. Goodbye, Dom. I love you."
"Love you, too. Bye."
"Bye."
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Author: Vensre
Starring: Dom&Billy
Rating: PG
Summary: Don't call me normal. But don't call me weird either.
Disclaimer: The way that I can imagine is not the true Way.
Notes: Dialogue-fic. Lots of Eddie Izzard references. Part one lives here.
:~:
{ Part II : Oahu / Glasgow }
"No, Dominic, now, that is drag. That's drag."
"Hello to you, too."
"Ah shut it. As if you care about phone etiquette."
"Got me again. You got my email, then? Digital cameras, they're --"
"Dom. ...You okay?"
"...Yeah. A little scared."
"Don' be scared."
"I'm tryin'."
"What is this, really? And will y' finish what you were goin't' say in L.A., about what's drag?"
"I don't know. I don't like being restricted, y' know? There's things that're out of bounds, just 'cause I'm male -- Well."
"Is that it? That isn't Eddie Izzard talking, by any chance, is it?"
"...I don't know what it is, exactly. Billy... Please."
"Hold it together, there. You're fine, you are more than fine. Disturbingly fine, even."
"Puns are the lowest form of humour."
"Appropriate, then, that we should be working so closely with them. The paramecia of the joke world. Do they divide and multiply as well?"
"NO! No math jokes. I'm okay."
"That sounds almost true, at least. Tell me?"
"What do you want t' know?"
"Tell me what drag is..."
"Oh. Well. Drag, I guess, drag is taking one way of dressing to an extreme. It doesn't have to be crossdressing."
"...That's not really drag, then, is it. What you're wearing in the picture. Are you still?"
"Yeah."
"It's a nice skirt. I have t' say, it looks sort of normal on you... No offence."
"C'mon, what am I taking offence at in --"
"I just called you normal."
"Oh. ...HOW DARE YOU!?! Okay. But. I mean. It feels pretty natural to extend what I normally wear to this, and that's part of what scares me. And I keep thinking of going out like this, and I know people are gonna look if I do, and they look anyway, right, and I don't want to care what they're gonna think, but I want to know. I'm trying to figure it out. And I'm not really sure what I think, really."
"...Bloke in a dress!"
"Oi darling! Oi darling! Heheheheh!"
"Okay, no, Dom. Right. God, but I wish I was there."
"...So do I."
"Oh, Dommie. C'mon, now. Shh. ...It really does look quite good on you."
"Hmh. I kind of thought so, too. Hence the photo."
"Who took that, by the way?"
"Set it on a timer."
"Okay. Right. ...No wristcuffs?"
"They didn't go."
"You... are really something."
"My mummy says I'm thpecial!"
"Your mummy doesn't know the half of it! Unless.. Whose is that?"
"Mine! Idjit."
"Gotcha. Have you... before, have you tried things like this before?"
"Yeah. Sometimes. I sort of, I just... I'm worrying. About what it means. I don't know --"
"Wait, now, Dom. Backing up a bit. People at the Seven-Eleven saw you in a skirt - in that skirt, particularly - what would they think? Probably, 'Oh, that looks a bit heavy for summer, but DAMN is it his colour.' And what is the most heinous, wretched thought they could possibly entertain?"
"'That makes him look fat.' Haha."
"Dom."
"Or. Oh, it's a pervert. I'd better keep my kids away from him."
"Discrimination against perverts. People like Viggo and Elijah are still good people!"
"...You know what I meant. It's a little hard for that to be funny right now."
"Well. Are you a pervert?"
"Um!"
"Are you?"
"No? Okay, I don't think so, not more than you, probably. Although on second thought, it's like being tall. Doesn't take much effort next t' you."
"Yeah, yeah, HOWEVER. You seem to be saying you're not a pervert. Good, a fact."
"What is a pervert?"
"Completely subjective. Useless word at this point. We discard it."
"Ooookay..."
"And?"
"...I suppose they might think I'm gay, too, yeah?"
"And are ya?"
"Oh, but. That's not really a big deal, is it. Some o' those fans think so already, and they seem to approve, huh?"
"Well. That's another area, isn't it."
"Doesn't matter. Seriously. They can think I'm gay no matter what I wear, and that doesn't matter at all."
"...Okay. What else, anything else?"
"I don't know. ...Drag, you know, drag is usually for gender, I think - I'm not sure though. Dressing really masculine or really feminine. It might be for other stuff, too, though. Like my suit. Normality drag. Boring black suit with inoffensive tie."
"Ach. Don't bother putting yourself down, Dommie. You looked great. Y' always do."
"Why, thank you, Bill!"
"I knew it! Fishing for compliments again, y' cad?"
"Annnd they seem t' be biting!"
"Your crisis is officially over. C'n I go 'n' piss now?"
"Right! I'll let you go."
"Augh. If it weren't so true, it might be funny. You prophet of our modern times. Goodbye, Dom. I love you."
"Love you, too. Bye."
"Bye."
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