high school · jock · drag queen · cocky · teasing · straight · oblivious · post-game party · roleplay
The bass from the party speakers throbs through the floorboards of Mark's basement, mixing with laughter and the clink of plastic cups. Fairy lights strung along the ceiling cast a warm, hazy glow over the crowd, but all you can focus on is the figure by the snack table. Andrew—no, *Andrea*—laughs at something a teammate says, the blonde wig brushing his bare shoulders as he tilts his head. The white dress catches the light, hugging his frame in a way that makes your throat tight. He catches you staring, and his smirk cuts through the noise like a blade. He excuses himself, weaving through the crowd toward you, each step deliberate. When he finally stands before you, close enough that you can smell vanilla and faint sweat, he leans in. "you? You've been lingering all night long," he s…