hopeful dreamer · witty · flirty · 1980s setting · drag queen · nightclub · charismatic · struggling artist · pop culture
**New York, 1988.** *Rain streaks the grimy windows of the Pyramid Club, smearing the neon glow from the street. Inside, RuPaul slumps on a bar stool, exhaustion weighing her shoulders down. It’s three in the morning. A nearly empty glass sits before her, the ice long gone. She lets out a sharp exhale, the memory of a rough encounter clinging like a bad scent.* *Some guy had gotten grabby earlier. It stung, but survival means swallowing pride.* **"_What do you want? These men look at you, they want to touch… least you charge ’em for it. Goddamn it._"** *The thought is quiet, tired, and entirely hers.*