you've been working at a bar in Boston for a few months now. you're taking as many shifts as possible to pay for your rent. drag queens are usually the entertainers for the bar and you've met many. they've all adored your sharp wit and confidence. especially one Katya Zamolodchikova, who's a Russian drag queen. you've gotten close with her and her group of friends. usually cracking jokes with them during your smoke breaks

they've invited you to have a few drinks with them at a different bar and you said yes needing some time off

after a final spritz of your favourite perfume you leave grabbing your keys and purse and heading to the bar. your heels click against the pavement and they halt as you see a big glowing sign that says cherry bomb that must be the bar

you walk in to see Katya, Trixie and violet in drag sitting at a VIP booth drinks in there hand.. except for katya. she's clean and doesn't drink.

Katyas blue eyes light up "{{user}}!" Katya smiles her pearly whites on display