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[artificialqueens]

You're welcome to join me

A/N:

“After a long night of partying with the BOTS tour cast, Bianca makes her way to her hotel room to relax. She gets out of drag and she starts walking down memorylane, thinking about her time with her sister Adore on the show and after er success and before she knows it, the younger queen turns up behind her hotel room door. Bianca takes the younger in to let her shower and sleep the night away. Adore, however, has other plans ready.”

I do not know anything about writing about Drag Race queens and this is my first fic ever, so please take it with a shot of tequila or at least get medicated before reading this. I tried my best and I am semi-proud of this fic….or so I keep telling myself.

Biadore is a challenging pair to write about, but I hope this gives off the right vibe and I didn’t just completely ruin one of the biggest ships in Drag Race herstory. I also used female pronouns throughout the fic and didn’t really mention their boy names, which I hope no one gets triggered by.

This fic is not influenced by All Stars 2 so just act like it didn’t happen at all. Also, this fic is not related to reality in any way. I just took a random set of queens for my ideal BOTS tour cast, which has actually never happened.

I hope you enjoy this!!

Party!!

It was close to 3 am. Bianca had just arrived to her hotel room for the night. It had felt like the BOTS after party would never turn down, but she had finally managed to sneak out. Not that she didn’t enjoy partying just a much as she used to. She still loved a good turn-up when she had the chance, but the queen knew that she wanted to be down for breakfast early the next morning. She also knew, from experience, that flying an 8 hour flight hungover was one of the worst things a human could ever live through. She had had a drink or two, but she was feeling practically nothing. Her tolerance for all kinds of substances had grown quite thick throughout her career. She knew however that some of the younger queens, who were lightweights to say the least, were going to look like hell the next morning, which made Bianca feel a small glint of joy. She really wasn’t a bitch, it just felt good, for once, not to be the one sitting with sunglasses on at the breakfast table.

She sat onto her bed and finally pulled the black wig off of her head.  She pulled the wig cap off and placed her left hand on top of her head, feeling her scalp. She started pulling the layers of eyelashes off, that were still somehow clinging onto her lids. She took her time getting out of drag, because she honestly had no reason to rush the process. The queen had grown quite attached to the process of going from Bianca to Roy. She liked to watch the change happen step by step. She didn’t have an identity crisis while getting out of drag, she knew the difference between her drag persona and her real boy-self.

The queen did however enjoy seeing the lines between the two blur as she removed the dress and lashes, looking at herself in the mirror.

She had always thought about the statement “beauty without a gender” and it was something that truly fascinated the queen. You did not need a label to be beautiful. You could be feminine and still a male or you could be masculine and still be a woman or you didn’t need to be anything out of the “options” available. You could be anything you wanted and still be beautiful, beauty did not require a gender or identity, it could be anything you wanted it to be. The queen hadn’t really let the thought about genderless beauty into her mind before going through his journey on drag race. She had, of course, come across people identifying as gender fluid or non-binary before the show, that was kind of given when you worked in the business she did, but that wasn’t quite the same thing.

The only way she could bring her vision alive was by describing her sister, Adore.

The younger queen had gotten her attention from the moment they entered the workroom and were faced with the first group of queens. The other queens had all been quite blank and one dimensional to Bianca, except for Adore. The younger was so androgynous, that for a second she was sure she was looking at a rebellious teenage girl who had snuck into the workroom and just taken a seat. Adore had had her eyes smoked with black and purple eyeshadow and her lips were painted almost black. The sight was something else. Bianca was taken aback to say the least. Their drag styles were completely different and so were their personalities, but for some reason she felt like the younger queen was her biggest competition and her best possible ally at the same time. Adore’s attitude and competing style had been a shock to Bianca, because she hadn’t honestly expected something so thought-out and powerful from someone so young.

Over the last few months however, things had taken a turn. The tour was going just fine and Adore owned the stage every time she performed. Her voice and stage presence were something nobody else had. However, it wasn’t the tour itself that had Bianca confused, it was Adore’s behaviour during the after parties. Bianca had always known that Adore got “affectionate” when the queen was high or drunk. The older didn’t really mind Adore giving an endless amount of lap dances to her, but the fact that Adore actually showed up to Bianca’s hotel room door almost every time after a good after party was something that threw Bianca off a little bit. She wasn’t used to queens getting so close and physical with each other. It was quite clear that, if given the opportunity, Adore wouldn’t mind going even further, but Bianca had always tried to put a stop to it before things got too far. Yes, Adore had gotten a mouthful of her during one especially wild night, but after that nothing had really happened between the two off stage. Bianca did not consider herself to be emotionally available for any type of relationship right now and she had gotten her fair share of STD scares with one night stands. So the queen had just decided to stay back and focus all of her attention on working and keeping her career alive.

There was one conversation however that her and Adore had had during a smoke break at a small bar in Amsterdam a few weeks back, that had stuck in Bianca’s head. 

FLASHBACK:

They had just finished a very successful show for a huge audience in Holland. The whole cast was high on their massive success - among other things - and everyone had already spread out around the city to have a great night and probably not remember any of it in the morning. Adore and Bianca had stayed in the bar they had performed in, because the feel of the crowd had been so amazing and they just wanted to feed off of it for a little while longer.

The two queens were standing on a small unlit balcony that was just a metre off the ground. Adore was smoking her fourth or fifth joint of the night and Bianca was just leaning on the railing sipping on a drink she had gotten from a random guest backstage.

“Have you ever thought about the way we come off on stage?” Adore suddenly asked, breaking the peaceful silence that had settled between the two queens.

“How do you mean?” Bianca asked turning to the younger.

“Like, the vibe we give off on stage is so different from how we are in real life” Adore said and took another drag out of her joint.

“Well, I think people know, that when they come to a gig, they are going to meet Bianca Del Rio and Adore Delano, rather than Roy and Danny” Bianca said and smiled faintly, “I mean our drag personalities are different from our actual personalities, right?

“How shitty would it be for someone to come to a show and expected to see us as two random dudes on stage?” Adore said and giggled.

Bianca did not answer, she just laughed and poked her eyelash with her finger, trying to keep it from blocking her view any more than it already did.

“How do you think we look on stage?” Adore said after they had stayed quiet for another minute.

“Fierce and probably bitchy or at least that’s what I’m going for when I perform” Bianca said.

“You are fucking fierce” Adore said and looked Bianca straight in the eye, the younger was not joking.

“Aw thank you darling” Bianca said with her voice dripping sarcasm, “I think you could be too, but it’s too bad I overshadow you every time”

“Fuck all the way off” Adore laughed and kicked the other queen playfully, “No but for real, I don’t think people see how fucking sweet you are off stage”

“I think everyone got enough of that on Drag Race, don’t you think?” Bianca said and thought about the way she had come across on the show.

“I could never get enough of it” Adore said and smiled.

“Bitch you are high as a fucking kite” Bianca laughed.

“Maybe, but I never lie, you know that” Adore said and smiled.

“I do know”

The two sunk into a silence again. That was the beauty of their friendship, they didn’t need to keep a conversation going all the time, they were totally comfortable just being around each other in silence.

“Have you ever had ‘a friends with benefits’ kind of thing?” Adore asked and drew small quotation marks into the air.

Bianca just looked at the other queen with an eyebrow raised. She had never really thought about anything related to relationships since her big win, but she had been there for Adore when the younger went through her stormy breakup.

“Yes, but it was a long long time ago” She said slowly, “And you can keep hoping, but you know my contract with charity work, I do it only onc-”

“Yea I know” Adore laughed, “Once a year”

“And this isn’t your year” Bianca laughed and emptied her glass.

Adore just poked her tongue out from her mouth and dropped her burned out joint to the street below.

“Let’s get back in, I need a drink” The younger said and they walked back into the steamy mass of people.

FLASHBACK END

Nothing had happened between the two after the talk, but Bianca had thought about it. There had always been tension of some sort between the two and it had not gotten any lighter after the quick suck Adore had given her, after one particularly good after party. They had both just ignored it on stage and Bianca did everything in her power to keep Adore out of her bed, when they were not on stage.

Bianca finally dropped her dress on the floor and tore off the padding and the semi-tuck she had had on for the night. The queen pulled on the first set of non-drag clothes she could find. She got between the sheets, using one hand to wipe her makeup off with a makeup-wipe one hand to skip through the channels on the hotel tv. She knew that it was no use trying to sleep just yet, because it was for sure that once the rest of the queens started arriving back to the hotel, someone would be behind her door asking for condoms, money or a place to sleep.

Just as Bianca finished half of her face, she heard a knock on the door. She smiled a little because she knew exactly what was waiting behind the door. She pulled the covers off and walked to the door. For her own amusement she looked through the peephole on the door and saw just what she was waiting to see. A bed of long red hair tucked under a knitted beanie, a acid-washed denim jacket with colorful pins coloring the shoulders, a black top with the batman symbol on it and a high-waisted set of jean shorts with torn-up fishnet stockings covering the long thick thighs. She was carrying her Adidas sneakers in her hand and she was holding an empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s whisky on her other hand. Her makeup had stayed intact surprisingly well - even though her green lipstick had smeared onto her cheek - her eyes were still smokey and framed by full dark brows. 

“Baby, let me in” Adore’s voice called and Bianca smiled as she opened the door.

“Well well well, if it isn’t our little hoe returning home” Bianca laughed and took in Adore’s presence and the insane stench of liquor that lingered in the hallway. 

“Can I sleep in here tonight?” Adore asked and looked up into Bianca’s eyes, “Wow, you look like shit, what happened?” 

“Fuck no, you can’t sleep here tonight” Bianca said as she realized she had only removed the makeup from half of her face, which made her look like a fucked up before and after commercial. 

“Whyyy-y?” Adore whined and placed one hand on the older queen’s shoulder.

“Because I fucking say so” Bianca answered, “You have a perfectly good room of your own, right down the hall.”

“No no no” Adore slurred, “It’s occupied by Katya and that clown looking girl from her season, whatever her name is”

“Trixie?” Bianca asked and couldn’t help the smirk that covered her lips.

“Yes” Adore whined, “Now can I please sleep here?”

“On one condition” Bianca said after a moment of silence. Adore’s drunken face lit up.

“Anything” Adore breathed.

“You stay the fuck away from my dick, you hear me?” Bianca said and Adore looked confused for a second.

“Yeah sure, I’m keeping my hands to myself” She said and raised both of her hands up in the air. 

“Wonderful” Bianca said and moved to the side, letting the intoxicated redhead in, “I also need you to shower, you smell like the floor of our old tour bus” 

“It’s the scent of success, bitch!” Adore said and sat down to the floor and pulled her beanie off from her wig. 

“If that were true, I would smell so much worse than you” Bianca laughed and took a firm hold of Adore’s hand. She started pulling the younger queen towards the huge bathroom.

“I don’t want to stand” Adore whined and allowed herself to be dragged to the cold tile floor of the bathroom.

“You don’t need to stand, you are more than welcome to sit on the shower floor, idiot” Bianca laughed.

“Let’s do that mama!” Adore laughed and gave a weak tongue-pop.

“Stop acting like Laganja, I’m still having PTSD from all that!” Bianca laughed and turned on the bright lights of the bathroom.

Adore dropped the shoes she was holding in her hand and once Binca let her go, Adore took a firm hold of the zipper holding her jean shorts on. She pulled it open and dragged them down her legs, wiggling herself out of them.

“You know this would go so much faster if you would just stand up” Bianca sighed and folded the younger queen’s shorts and placed them onto the tile counter.

“Standing up is for pussies, I’m doing this my way” Adore declared and started pulling her fishnet stockings down.

Bianca had never been the one to stare at someone as they were getting out of drag, she usually had her own appearance to worry about, but now she really had nowhere else to look. Her eyes were glued to Adore’s thin, but surprisingly flexible figure as the younger pulled the stockings off of her legs and threw them out of her reach. She dropped her jean jacket to the floor and pulled her shirt over her head. She was left with a pair of worn-out and lazily duct taped underwear and her massive red wig. 

“You just never tuck properly, do you?” Bianca asked and laughed as she watched the younger tear the tape off.

“I never really wear anything that asks for a full tuck” Adore said and cursed as the first strip of duct tape fell off.

“That’s a choice” Bianca laughed and turned around to turn the shower on, when she heard a breathy moan erupting from the younger queen. 

Bianca froze in place, her one hand still resting on the shower handle and one on her hip. She felt shivers travelling up her spine and a tingling dancing along her scalp. What the hell was that?! The older slowly turned around and gave a more than confused look to the younger. Adore was just intoxicatedly grinning and waving a chunk of tape around.

“Got it!” She laughed and with that dropped her underwear on the ground. 

“Get in there!” Bianca laughed and pushed the younger queen under the hot water stream.

Adore yelped and jumped back just a bit. She pulled off her lashes and grasped her massive red wig off of her almost black hair. Adore threw her belongings at the older.

“Take good care of those okay?” Adore slurred and stepped back under the fountain on steaming hot water.

“I will” 

“Wait, before you go” Adore said and the older spun around. 

“What do you need?” Bianca asked. 

“So many things” Adore said and winked at the other queen.

“You nasty bitch” Bianca laughed, “I fucking love you” 

Adore grinned.

“Not anything like that, maybe another night” Adore laughed.

“What is it then?” Bianca asked. 

“I was just watching Trixie and Katya at the after party” Adore began, “I just think that I’ll never have that love all the other queens seem to be having, they really love and respect the fuck out of each other”

Bianca sighed and took a seat on the tile floor, thinking.

“Because the industry we are in, relationships are hard to keep healthy without serious commitment, which I think is not your gig” Bianca said with a glint in her eye. 

“Fuck off” Adore laughed and splashed water at the older queen.

 “I just think that when the time comes, we will all settle down with someone” Bianca said and stood up.

 “Yea” Adore said thoughtfully and turned around, with her back to Bianca, “Crushes never really work out, we are living proof of that”

 Bianca froze.

 “What do you mean by that?”

 “Nothing” Adore said and looked at Bianca over her shoulder.

 Bianca just walked out of the bathroom, carrying the younger queen’s clothes on her other arm and the sticky pair of lashes with the flaming red wig in her other hand. She laid the clothes on the white wooden dresser that was positioned in the corner of the large hotel room. She yawned and took her place on the bed. The queen’s head was swimming with thoughts. What the hell was that? Bianca knew that the sexual tension between her and Adore was always thick, but it had clearly taken a toll on the younger. When Bianca had found out that Adore had infact been attracted to her during their season, she had been thrilled. But know the tension seemed thick enough to be sliced with a knife. Nothing seemed to make any kind of sense anymore.

She opened her phone and haphazardly scrolled through instagram, not really giving a shit about any of the posts she was seeing. Most of the pictures were from the after party she had been a part of and she couldn’t help but notice Adore and her in the background, sitting together in all of them. She locked her phone with a frustrated sigh and dug the remote out from between the bedsheets. She couldn’t focus on anything. She saw Adore’s naked body every time she blinked. She heard the moan ringing in her ears and Adore’s cold “nothing” comment kept pissing her off.

She managed to skip through two channels before she heard her sister’s voice from the bathroom. At first Bianca thought Adore was talking to her, so she made her way to the bathroom door and cracked it open, but soon enough she realised the younger queen was singing. Her voice was soft and when paired with the sound of pouring water and the echo of the bathroom, it sounded almost angelic. Adore’s voice was usually much smokier and almost had a jazz type vibe to it, but now it sounded so different. The song ended and silence settled into the bathroom. Suddenly Adore’s velvety voice danced through the bathroom:

“You are more than welcome to join me, darling”

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TO BE CONTINUED?

[artificialqueens]

I need a second part of "You're welcome to join me" 😍 I neeeed to know what will happen!

[artificialqueens]

Parent Trap and You're Welcome to Join Me were so good!!!!