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kytrisz · 2 years ago

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tease | Raja Gemini

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As7 Ep 3: Ball of Fortune

"Are you ready for the runaway?" Monet asks the person beside her.

"Duhhh bitch, I'm born to be ready" Raja answered, who is also finishing her makeup.

"Or more like born to be wild?" Monet smirks, causing some of the queens to chuckle.

Raja playfully rolled her eyes at them, "Very funny…Bob" Raja looks at Monet with a smirk.

All the queens inside the Werq Room let out a loud laugh, shouting "YASZZ!" and "OHHHH BITCH!"

During the commotion, Raja used the moment to take a glance at the picture that is taped on the vanity in front of her. It was the picture of both of you in Paris together, where you two celebrated your anniversary.

Raja study your features, and couldn't help but wonder how she got lucky to have someone as beautiful not only outside, but also inside as you. You always never fail to make her heart skip, even if it's just a photo of you, it still makes her stomach feel butterfly.

"Miss her don't you?" A voice startled Raja, she immediately pivot her head and saw Jinkx already in drag behind her.

"W-What?"

Jinkx gives an amused look, before repeating herself again "I said you must miss the beautiful lady in the picture, don't you?"

Finally gathering her though, Raja nods. Turning her head in front to longingly look at you again, she whispered "Yeah, yeah I do."

"Who did this bitch miss?" Jaida loudly entered the conversation, getting all the queen's attention, and being the curious queens they are, they went to Raja's area, who seem a bit bothered being crowded by them.

Seeing Raja a bit uneasy with the attention, Jinkx replied in her stead "Her girlfriend~"

Silence…

Raja felt the nervousness rush into her, It's not like your relationship is a secret, but with both of your careers as public figures you guys try to keep it lowkey. Making it your family and very, very close friends only know about your relationship.

"A girl? You're in a relationship with a GIRL?!" Jaida blurts out, breaking off the silence wrapping the room.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"OHH, MY GOD!! I never thought Roger would be ROGER!" Trinity laugh, cracking everyone up.

"So who is this unlucky human being? Does this person have a name?" Monet cut in.

"Hmm, her name is (Y/N)" Raja let out a small smile, she grabbed the picture in front of her and caressed it with yearning. Everyone gathers to see the mystery woman in the picture.

"Wait, wait, WAIT MAMAW! I-Is that (Y/n)? As in (Y/N)? Your dating THE (Y/N)(L/N)?!" Jaida exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Is that the model one?" Vivienne ask.

Before Raja could answer Vivienne, Jaida beat her first "Bitch, she is not just any model, SHE IS THE FUCKING SUPERMODEL!!"

Jaida turns her head to focus again on Raja, "You're really dating her? As in DATING her?!"

Raja amusingly look at her reaction and everyone else, as they crowded her, intent to get the answer out of her.

"So are you dating her or what?" Shea shook her head impatiently, crossing her arms as she waited for the answer just like everyone.

Making them wait for a minute since she enjoys making them suffer, Raja finally answered under her breath, "Yes…"

The room was immediately filled with the sound of gasping, squealing, and any long high pitched noise you could think of.

Everybody, except Jinkx, starts to ask Raja a lot of questions and requests, making the older queen a bit uncomfortable. Thankfully a staff enter to break off the commotion

"Okay queens, you have 8 minutes left before going into the runway!" The staff announces the room, causing all of the queens to go back to their tables and finish working.

Raja let out a big sigh of relief, she then turns back to the vanity and finish her work. However, before she began, she gives your picture one last look as an inspiration.

After all, you were the muse of her drag

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The queens are already lined up for judgment on their performance. All are prepared and ready to win for this week's challenge.

All of them are focused on the judges, especially RuPaul.

Raja felt nervousness and worry rising in her. This is a design challenge after all, and she is known to be the fashion icon of drag, so the pressure is really on.

However, that pressure doubled when RuPaul announce another twist.

"Now before the judging begins, I have an announcement to make. There's one more queen I will add to this competition."

A series of emotions and reaction form in each of the contestant's faces.

"And the queen that we all love and adore, let us welcome back in the main stage… Manila Luzon!"

What?!!

Everyone immediately turn their head at the runway entrance and saw a back figure with a familiar white wig in a stunning silver gown.

Raja is now confused, Manila wasn't a winner of any season or anything at all. So how come she is fucking here?!!

She carefully studies the figure and notices something different, especially the height, resulting her thinking it could not be Manila and can be someone else instead. RuPaul after all likes to make a twist inside of another twist. Therefore, who could this person be?

Her thoughts were cut by the sound of shrieks coming from the other queens when the 'Manila Luzon' turned around and walk across the runway. Raja's eyes went wide after she realize its not Manila at all.

It's YOU.

Her heart flutters as she watches you regally and sophisticatedly walk the stage, the same as what you always do on every fashion week runway, grabbing everyone's attention in the studio.

"My queens, say hello to one and only (Y/N) (L/N)!" RuPaul introduces you with a smile.

The room instantly erupted with cheers and whistles, making you feel bashful.

"I'm very grateful for being here Ru and I'm a big fan of everyone here! "

"But I heard you also have your favorites, is that true? " Ru cheekily asks you, even though she already knows the answer.

Raja felt her cheeks become warm after she caught you looking at her with a smirk.

"Yeah I do have one" then you give Raja a wink, making her flustered even more

______

And so the judging begins.

Truth be told, you were kinda worried about giving critics to other people since you're pretty much a player instead of a judger. That's why at first you were reluctant on accepting the invitation of being the guest judge. However, you still pursue it because it's also the only way to see Raja after weeks of not being able to be together.

Thankfully you were able to perform well and give each queen the critics they deserve for the week.

"Hello Raja," you said with a sultry voice that she loves, giving her a flirty look. Causing her to blush, you love teasing her in public.

"Your outfit is very stunning and regal. The way how you make the collar, sleeves are utterly astounding. All of this defines y-"

"You're so beautiful." Raja cut you off, stopping you midway.

You blink for a couple of seconds, caught off guard "Co-come again?"

She gives you a teasing smirk before repeating herself again "I said, you're very beautiful and I love you,"

Realizing what she said, everyone starts to whistle, laugh, and tease the two of you, including the judges, making your face to be full-blown red from embarrassment and surprise. You didn't expect her to say that in public, especially with everyone around the globe could watch it.

Thankfully everyone calm down, but still there some teasing whispers can be heard.

"Continue (Y/N)," Ru said, trying to hold her laugh.

Rolling your eyes, you try to compose your posture again "Thank you Ru, so back to you Raja, like I said — stop that!"

"Stop what?" Raja innocently ask.

"That!"

"What?!"

"Looking at me like that! Stop distracting me! "

"I'm not doing anything." But you know she is fully aware of what she is doing. She is giving you that hot look again!

"I hate you," you grumble.

" I love you," Raja replied sweetly.

"Okay let's stop this relationship quarrel, we don't want to get illness from this so-called PDA." Rupaul said, making you low your head from embarrassment.

You saw Raja give you a satisfied smirk and it only irks you even more.

Raja may not be the winner of this week's challenge, but she's already felt like a champion from what she did. Annoying the hell out of you.

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artificialqueens · 2 years ago

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Galactica, Chapter 105 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Previously: The model apartment was overrun with foreign visitors, Violet’s first NYFW showing was tainted by being demoted back to Miss Fame’s office, and Pearl’s womanizing ways repeatedly landed her in hot water.

This Chapter: Galactica Runway Show Day! But will anyone come out alive?

***

Gigi sighed contently, still half asleep, as Symone shifted in her arms. With how packed the apartment was, they’d been sharing Symone’s bed and letting one of their Eastern European visitors take hers. (Gigi felt a little bad that she still didn’t know the girl’s name, but every time she said it, it sounded different.)

Normally, she might overthink the whole bed-sharing thing, especially this many days in a row, but since they literally had 3 other girls in the room (the one in her bed and 2 on the floor), it felt more like summer camp. It was nice, actually, having Symone so close and cuddly all night without any pressure or expectations. She pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, nose brushing against the silky edge of her bonnet.

Symone turned her head, whispering, “Hey.”

“Hi,” Gigi whispered back.

“Did you sleep okay?”

“Mmhmm…” Gigi touched her cheek, enjoying how perfectly soft and smooth it felt. How, in spite of the other girls in the room with them, the covers gave them their own private little cocoon of quiet warmth. “Did I tell you how pretty you looked last night?”

“No…but you can tell me now.” Symone grinned, fluttering her lashes.

Gigi giggled and kissed her on the nose.

“You were the most beautiful girl in the room,” she said honestly. “Nobody could take their eyes off you.”

“Well…I didn’t notice. I was just looking at you,” Symone replied, making Gigi’s cheeks heat up.

They’d been to a cocktail party celebrating Hugo Boss’s new cologne and perfume line, ‘Boss: the scent,’ which was a stupid name if you asked Gigi. Not that anyone did. It was still weird to her that so much of their job centered on events that they probably technically shouldn’t be allowed to attend, since neither of them were 20 years old yet. Although, at least they were over 18, unlike the girl in her bed right now, who she was pretty sure was barely 16 at most. She wanted to look after her, but on the other hand, what business did she have doing that when she felt like a kid herself most of the time? She shook the thought from her head and directed her attention back to her girlfriend.

Gigi leaned forward, brushing a kiss against Symone’s lips, when she was startled by a voice moaning out a distressed, “SYMOOOOONE!”

She sprang back a bit, lowering the covers, to see Tatianna clambering into their room, doing her best to avoid stepping on the girls on the floor, brow furrowed.

“OW!” one of the girls shrieked.

“Sorry!” Tati said, “Sorry, sorry…”

The girl sat up, rubbing her head with a petulant look on her face.

“Omigod, I’m freaking out about today! Did Sutan say anything about nails? Why am I freaking out?” Tati flung herself onto the bed, groaning, holding out her hands for Symone to inspect.

“You’ll be fine,” Symone assured her. “They chose you because they want you. Just take off the polish from yesterday and show up on time with me and Bim.”

Gigi swallowed. She still felt a little disappointed that she wasn’t walking in the Galactica show with Symone and Tati and Bimini—it felt strange to be one of the only “Amrull girls” not to book that job, like some black mark on her record.

“Tati, can I borrow this top?” someone called, poking their head into the room.

“Okay,” Tati sighed.

“Ladies!” Another visitor squeezed into their room, as Tia entered with a big smile. “Anyone up for a breakfast today besides fucking porridge? No shade to our dormitory mum, but I’m not Oliver Twist. Anyway, I heard that the Waverly Diner is quite nice. What do you say?”

“Sounds good to me!” Tati enthused.

“Yeah! What do you think, babe? We don’t have to be at Hilfiger until 11, but I know you had that other thing to take care of…” Symone turned to Gigi with one eyebrow raised, clearly giving her an out.

“Right. Um…”

“Can I come?” piped up a brunette from the floor, yawning.

“What thing?” Tia asked, head cocked.

Gigi liked Tia, she supposed. Or, she didn’t have any reason not to like Tia. Not a good reason, anyway, besides just feeling like there was something a little off about her energy. Something that rubbed her the wrong way.

“Nothing, I can come,” Gigi said.

“Smashing!”

“Coffee’ll be ready in 4 minutes!” shouted a voice from the hallway.

“That’s mine you bitch!” screamed another. Soon, the voices were indistinguishable, a cacophonous blend.

Gigi flopped back against the pillow, her quiet and peaceful little moment with Symone over as the chaos of the morning bloomed all around her, now impossible to ignore.

***

Raja watched as the Galactica staff moved swiftly backstage like a choreographed dance, everyone focusing on their individual tasks. She checked her watch. It was a men’s Rolex, the strap too thick for her wrist, but Raja liked wearing it, liked it a lot more than the slender feminine watches that didn’t exude the type of ‘fuck you’ power she needed. This particular one was a gift from Raven, a belated engagement gift given to her with a smirk and a request to test if it really was waterproof, Raja forcing Raven to come and come and come on her fingers until she sobbed into the sheets.

Raja pulled herself together, refocusing, thoughts of Raven’s body and the adorable way she cried for mercy really not what she needed on a day like today.

Fame always insisted on having their shows in the last slot of the day. While it did give her more hours to stress, it also meant that nobody had other shows and events to rush off to, so people were more relaxed. Or, as her business partner was now explaining to Shea, “In a more receptive head space. And, of course, there’s the added bonus that we can have our cocktail party immediately after the show.”

They were, somewhat miraculously, on schedule, the models slowly getting released from hair and makeup. Max had a backdrop set up in one corner so that he could document every look for internal and archival use, while Pearl snapped candids for social media and the website.

Raja knew Ivy had everything under control out in the house, her assistant keeping an eye on the floor personnel they had hired to manage the guests, the gift bags, and the press, the paparazzi probably already pulling up slowly.

“Raja…”

Raja turned to see Amy from makeup approaching, her signature candy-colored hair a bright blue to fuschia ombre done up in pigtails, her dress tiered ruffles that resembled an expensive cupcake, her tiny stature assisted by a pair of absolutely massive glittery purple platform boots. It wasn’t anything Raja would wear, but she appreciated the girl’s commitment to her signature look.

“Yes?”

“Sorry to interrupt, but we need your opinion in makeup. There’s a bit of an issue-”

“Of course, let’s go.” Raja threw away her coffee, following Amy to the other side of the backstage area—issue could be code for any number of things. She was always Fame’s second in command, but it was never clearer than when styling decisions needed to be made, Fame trusting Raja completely even as the entire reputation of their brand was on the line.

The issue in makeup was thankfully a small one; Amy simply needed Raja to make the final decision on a model who had gotten an accidental tan since the casting.

Raja was just about to leave, when she spotted Raven, who was sitting in one of the chairs, basically naked save for a couple of pasties and a beige thong. Raja did a double take, eyeing her up appreciatively, how her lack of clothing left nothing to the imagination, and maybe more charmingly, how she didn’t seem to notice that she was being watched.

Raven was chewing gum, her entire attention caught up in her phone, three stylists working on straightening her long black hair, and Raja couldn’t help but smile.

Enduring was all part of the modeling industry, the ability to completely disconnect from your body what separated the mediocre from the great, and though it seemed like her brother was losing faith, Raja still knew that Raven was the best.

***

The only thing keeping Violet’s raging anxiety in check was her years and experience at the ballet academy.

She was walking a few steps behind Fame and Shea, staying close in case she needed something, Nicky off with Ivy to be introduced to their more challenging tasks as Galactica assistants at a runway show.

It had been physically painful to walk away from her dress after putting it on Raven, but there was nothing left for her to do except hover, and no matter how much she wanted to, she didn’t have the opportunity for that. Not when Fame could need her.

Having Sutan over had accidentally helped her much more than she expected, the heavy weight of his body holding hers, his steady heartbeat and grounding presence keeping her mind from spinning out of control.

Violet took a deep breath through her nose, her fingers on the edge of her skirt. It would be torture to stand by Fame once the runway started instead of hiding away like she wanted to, but she had endured worse, and she’d live through this too.

***

Tati tried to stand still, doing her best not to think about what would happen if she damaged, or even creased, the priceless couture skirt she had on. She was a bundle of nerves, nerves she’d really hoped would have gone away by now. After all, she’d walked in four shows already this week, but this was different. This wasn’t Reed Krakoof, this was Galactica.

Even when she’d arrived, there’d already been paparazzi setting up. By now, there must be loads more. Plus, so many people who could literally determine the fate of her career—Sutan, of course, and Bianca, who she really hoped didn’t regret giving her the recommendation in the first place. Not to mention the buyers, the brands, the biggest movers and shakers in the fashion world, front and center, eyes on her.

It would probably be fine once she hit the runway. She knew that, at least, from her other shows this week. Once the lights were on, she tended to zone out and hyperfocus on her walk, her poses, forgetting everything. Backstage was another story.

Without moving her head, she shifted her gaze to Amy, who was pressing a last coat of highlighter into her cheeks with surgical precision. She hadn’t spoken to Amy too much the last time they worked together, but she knew that Courtney liked her a lot, and she seemed like a really fun girl. She wondered if there was any subtle way to bring up that insane Raven drama—a little gossip would certainly help keep her mind off things. Although, seeing as how Raven was currently present, and the star of the show, maybe that wasn’t such a great idea. Better keep her mouth shut.

Just then, Pearl Liaison strolled by. She’d been snapping some Behind the Scenes photos for their social media. She took a couple of shots of Tati and Amy before lowering her camera and giving a lopsided grin.

“You look great,” she purred, then tilted her head, letting the camera rest on her shoulder. “Have I seen you somewhere before?”

Tati blinked at her for a full second before asking, “You’re kidding me, right?”

“Oh shit.” Pearl’s blue eyes widened, and she gave Tati another flirty once-over. “We haven’t slept together before, have we? Because I’m sure I’d remember-”

“No, we haven’t slept together!” Tati said, trying her absolute best to keep her voice civil. After all, this was still a job, and pissing off Galactica’s social media coordinator, or whatever the hell Pearl’s job title was, would probably not be the smartest thing. But what an absolute twat she was. “Jesus christ. But we have hung out, like repeatedly. ‘Cause I’m friends with Adore Delano? And Courtney Jenek?”

“Oh…” Pearl’s face fell a bit, at least managing to look a little chagrined.

“Yeah, oh. So you’re like, kind of barking up the wrong fucking tree.” Tati said, crossing her arms. She couldn’t believe the gall of this girl.

“Right.” Pearl cleared her throat awkwardly, taking a step back. “Uh, sorry…um…tell Adore I said hi.”

April was triple-checking that all the clothes for the changes were properly tagged when she saw the trainwreck begin, and then watched it all unfold with morbid glee. For years, she’d witnessed every woman Pearl so much as glance at throw themself at her feet, so seeing someone so blatantly reject her advances was hilariously refreshing.

“Uh, sorry…um…tell Adore I said hi,” Pearl was telling her, clearly a bit embarrassed.

“No.” Tati replied flatly.

At that, April couldn’t help but let out a snorting laugh. She covered her mouth with her hand but it was too late. Pearl looked over at her, giving her a bit of a dirty look. She waved back, owning it.

“Liaison! Come here!” she called, a delighted grin still on her face.

Pearl walked over, a look on her face that was an unfamiliar cross between a scowl and a pout, the expression of someone clearly used to getting her way 100% of the time, disoriented by this turn of events where one thing didn’t come out in her favor.

“What?” Pearl asked.

“Nothing,” April giggled, “Just nice to see you get taken down a peg. Also, you’re welcome for rescuing you from that awkwardness.”

“Thanks a lot.” Pearl huffed, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes.

April laughed again, reaching forward to tug on her hair. “Come on, it was funny. And it’s not like your ego can’t take it.”

“You don’t know what my ego can take. Maybe I have very low self esteem,” Pearl said, tossing her hair.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Maybe that was really devastating for me,” she continued, playing it up, one hand on her heart, brow furrowed, full lips quivering.

“Hmm…yeah, you’re right, I’m sorry.” April placed a hand on her shoulder. “Tell you what. Assuming we all survive this show in one piece, I’ll nurse your wounds at the afterparty.”

“Deal,” Pearl said, holding up her fist to bump with April’s.

“Now get outta here and let me finish my work.”

***

Fame chewed her thumb nail, trying not to be too obvious about it with Shea beside her, as she watched the live feed on the backstage screen, cameras mounted to the end of the runway, just behind the photography pit.

The first model had done well, the opening exactly as Fame had imagined it, Alexis’s dress a masterpiece, the looks now coming one after the other.

This was her collection, her vision come to life. The models practically floated down the runway, all perfectly embodying the exact feeling she’d dreamed of, a fresh breeze whipping your linen skirt around your legs while your yacht sailed through the harbor at dusk, chilled white wine in hand. They looked expensive and sophisticated, healthy and untouchable, exactly like a Galactica woman should.

Fame tried not to look out at the audience, tried to keep her thoughts in check.

The 16 minutes a Galactica show usually took always seemed to drag on forever, while also being gone in seconds, and before Fame could blink, the music changed and Raven stepped onto the runway.

“How do I look-“

Fame didn’t even need to finish, Raja right behind her, the models lined up to go again as soon as Raven gave her final pose.

“Fucking fantastic, Famie,” Raja smiled, squeezing her arm, “Now put this in your pocket.” She took her hand, gently directing it out of view, “and go kill it.”

“As long as it doesn’t kill me.” Fame hated being on stage, her appearance for the end of show bow and applause famously short, but the suffering was worth it, since the ovation meant that they had made it yet again.

***

Raven was bubbling over, happiness tight in her chest as she waited for someone to come undress her, Violet’s gown without a doubt going to the archives, the reception of it too good for it to not be regarded as a pivotal part of Galactica’s design history.

The show had gone well, the front rows even standing up when Raja and Fame had appeared on stage.

It didn’t last long, cameras flashing more than a lightning storm to make sure they got a photo, Fame taking a single bow while Raja had stayed behind to wave.

“Princess!”

Raven turned, watching as Raja came walking towards her, grabbing her before she had a chance to protest, pulling her into a hug.

“Raja!” Raven tried to pull back, attempting to put distance between Raja and what she was wearing, grabbing the skirt to protect it and pull it off the floor. “You’ll step on the dress-“

“You,” Raja put a hand on Raven’s cheek, guiding her in, holding her, controlling her, their eyes locked together, “were utter perfection.”

Raja kissed her, and Raven melted, the feeling of making Raja proud one of the most satisfying sensations in the world.

Bianca picked up her purse, thinking to herself what an impressive show she’d seen, especially that breathtaking finale dress. She felt a little conflicted about skipping the party. She’d gotten an invite, but for the first time, no handwritten note from Fame or Raja, and when she’d caught Fame’s eye after the show ended, Fame turned her back, clearly not wanting to talk to her. The message was pretty apparent, and if she’d been on the fence when the day began, she now felt fairly certain that she’d be an unwelcome sight.

She fished her coat check ticket out of her Birkin and held it up subtly as an eagle-eyed assistant rushed over to take it from her hand, only to then look over into her sister’s scowling face.

“What?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Adore asked, arms crossed.

Bianca sighed. They’d talked about this, albeit briefly, and she’d told Adore that she wasn’t sure if she’d attend the party; maybe she’d stop by, although she probably wouldn’t stay long.

“Look, it’s just not gonna happen tonight, pussycat-”

“You can’t leave. You’re my date,” Adore cajoled.

“Nice try,” Bianca grinned, poking her gently in the ribs. “But Alaska’s your date, remember?”

“No, that doesn’t count, she’s working.” Adore turned her mouth down into a pout, giving her very best puppy eyes. “Come on…”

“You come on. It’s not like I’m abandoning you to a roomful of strangers. Alaska’s here, your friend Tati’s here. Hell, it’s a whole fucking party full of people who love you. So-”

“They love you too.”

Bianca bit her lip. She knew that Adore wanted things to get back to normal. And of course, she did too, but unfortunately, wanting it didn’t make it true.

“That…is debatable, at the moment,” Bianca said quietly.

Adore furrowed her brow, a look of desperation in her eyes. She opened her mouth, about to protest, as the assistant returned with Bianca’s forest green vintage Versace trench.

Bianca smiled graciously, thanking her, as the young woman helped her into it, then leaned forward to give Adore a peck on the cheek. “Tell you what. You make nice, play family ambassador, and I’ll keep on supporting you in the lifestyle to which you’ve become accustomed. Sound fair?”

“Please, B, just-”

“Leaving so soon?” cooed a familiar voice, right in her ear.

Bianca turned around, sighing slightly. “Hey, De. What’s up?”

“Don’t play coy with me, Bianca Del Rio. Why are you running out so fast? Got a hot date?” Detox smirked, his eyes glittering in the low light like they always did when he was on the trail of a good story.

“If you must know–”

“Always!”

“I have another commitment. I’m a very busy woman.”

Detox crossed his arms. “Another commitment? On the day of the girls’ show? Really?”

“What’s it to ya?”

Detox smiled, that slimy smile that said he knew something about you. Bianca rolled her eyes.

“De, tell her to stay,” Adore said, “At least for one drink.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Adore,” Detox said, tapping his chin as he pretended to think deeply with his single brain cell. “These other plans she has must be very important. Better hurry, get there while they’re still…young and perky.”

Adore facepalmed, clearly expecting more from him (why, Bianca wasn’t sure, it was completely expected for him to be exactly that tasteless).

“Grow up, Detox,” Bianca scoffed, and began to walk away.

“Bet you don’t tell her that, do you?” Detox called after her.

Bianca turned and looked back at him, eyes narrowed. “Awww, look who’s all brave, wearing his big boy panties when the wifey’s not around to keep him in line.”

“Hey, I’m just calling it like I see it,” he laughed, holding up his hands in mock innocence.

“You’re an asshole.” Bianca shook her head, slipping on her sunglasses. It may have been nearly dark outside, but she didn’t want to deal with the press right now.

“And you’re a-”

“Ughhh, you guys! Stop!” Adore groaned.

Bianca looked at her, lowering her shades. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Stop stressing, it’ll all be fine. I promise. You can tell them I loved the show.”

“Okay,” Adore sighed. “Goodnight.”

“G’night, pussycat.”

“No goodnight for me?” Detox asked.

“Goodnight, cunt!” Bianca said, turning back around and heading for the door, hearing his laughter fade as she went.

“Thank you so much for the opportunity.” Sutan smiled, squeezing the hand of the man he was talking to. “I’ll make sure to email your people, and we’ll see what we can do.”

“You’re the best, Amrull!”

“You know it.”

Sutan kept the smile on his face as he walked away, pulling his phone from his pocket to send a quick reminder to himself.

He was almost done with his official work for the day, networking on behalf of his models always intense after a really good show, and there was a reason that Galactica was known as the best in the business.

He had taken time to give each of his girls individual feedback, Raven rolling her eyes while Bimini had laughed at him, but Symone and especially Tatianna had seemed like they were paying attention.

The show had been incredible, Sutan watching it from the front row, everything coming together and working seamlessly, Fame’s intense attention to detail and endless drive for perfection stamped all over the collection.

When Raven had stepped on the stage, an excited murmur rippled through the crowd, and Sutan had felt his heart swell with pride, Violet’s dress so distinctive, so very her, the gown the perfect way to close the show.

“Sutan!”

Sutan turned, almost dropping his phone as Violet threw herself at him, Fame finally releasing her from her iron grip.

“Did you see?!” Violet was smiling widely, happiness radiating from her. She had changed her clothes since he last saw her, her black dress obviously picked to blend into the background at the cocktail party.

“I did, I did,“ Sutan chuckled, the public enthusiasm so unlike the Violet he knew, her beautiful smile something he usually only saw in private. “You did amazing.”

“It didn’t fall apart or anything!”

“Didn’t fall apart?” Sutan raised a brow, surprise overtaking him. He couldn’t remember that ever happening to a Galactica piece, their tailoring department always doing their job, and Raven had been raised right, his soon to be sister-in-law knowing how to walk so she never risked tripping on a hem.

He was about to question it, to ask why Violet would think that, but then, he remembered who he was talking to.

His Violet, his girlfriend, the wonderful woman who more often than not wound herself so tight he was scared she’d snap.

Of course she had worried until the very last second.

“Oh lovely eyes.”

“I know, I know,” Violet laughed, clearly so thrilled and elated, the anxiety that Sutan had seen wear her down completely obliterated from her gorgeous face.

“I’m really proud of you.” Sutan knew they were in public, but when he leaned down to give her a peck, Violet put her arms around his neck, pulling him in for an actual kiss. He felt his heart sore, a happy Violet beyond delightful. They broke apart, and Sutan grinned, “Let’s go get you a drink.”

“I don’t know…” Violet bit her lip, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. “I’m technically at work…”

“Hey. If needed, I’ll deal with Fame.” Sutan squeezed her, knowing that he meant it, that he’d be willing to do that for her if she needed it. “You deserve to celebrate. Champagne for the lady at the very least!”

“Okay.” Violet smiled, his girlfriend adorably easy to convince, like she had been waiting for permission that Sutan was more than willing to give her. “Okay.”

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