“No, I love it here too much. No offense,” I say to Jamie and Max.
“None taken,” Max chuckles. “You’ll have to come back to visit us though, nights at Prism won’t be the same without you now.”
“I will, don’t worry.”
“Ooh, can we all go for drag night?” Beth asks. She’s always hated that there isn’t a gay bar in Tynerston and is desperate to go to a drag show.
“Absolutely sweetie, it’s a date,” Jamie says, “and as long as you don’t mind sharing the sofa bed with Donovan, you can stay with us.”
Diablo clears his throat loudly.
“Really?” I ask, rolling my eyes at him. “You know I’m only interested in men, but you’re still jealous and possessive over the thought of us sharing a bed?”
“No, I’m just not spending a night away from Elizabeth. You can have the sofa bed; we’re getting a hotel.”
“Oh, you think you’re coming with us to drag night?” Beth asks.
“Why not?” he says.
Beth shrugs, desperately trying to hold back a laugh.
“What? What’s so funny?” he asks, his voice rising, but I can tell he’s not angry, weirdly this is him being sweet.
“Nothing,” Beth says, “I just can’t imagine you at a drag show, that’s all.”
“Yeah,” I chuckle, “Jamie makes us wear feather boas.”
“Okay, forget what I said,” Beth laughs, “you’re definitely coming if it means I get to see you in a feather boa.”
“What? You think I can’t pull that shit off? I can make anything look good, princess,” he smirks.
“Mmm, I know you can,” she murmurs, leaning in and kissing him.
“Oh my god,” I groan. “Hearing you two flirt is weird, please stop.”
“Now you know what we’ve been having to put up with,” Tank says.
“Fuck off! We’ll flirt as much as we want, especially if I’m gonna be wearing some feather boa shit for you all.”
“I’m gonna need you to take some photos of that, darlin’,” Pretty Boy says to Beth.
“Yeah, we can get it framed and hang it above the bar for everyone to see,” Tank laughs.
“Fuck all of you,” Diablo mutters, “just wait till you get girlfriends, then you won’t be laughing. You’ll be the ones agreeing to crazy shit just to spend time with them.”
“I dunno,” Tank says, “El Jefe is married and I’m ninety-nine percent sure he’s never worn a feather boa.”
“Don’t drag me into this shit… literally,” El Jefe chuckles.
“Oh my god,” Beth says, “I would pay good money to see you all in drag.”
“Yes!” Jamie claps his hands excitedly. “You should do it for Pride, I can see it now, leather daddies on bikes with feather boas!”
“Leather daddies? I like the sound of that,” El Jefe says.
“Uh… I think it means something different than what you’re thinking, El Jefe…” Beth says, a blush crossing her face.
She’d never admit this to my brother, but I know for a fact she used to have a crush on El Jefe. She always did have a thing for older guys, and would have definitely enjoyed calling him Daddy, until my brother anyway.
