"Hurry up, for fuck's sake!"

Frank had been breathing down Riff Raff's neck the entire night. This wasn't how he wanted to spend his night, doing the 'scientist's' work for him. And that accent was starting to drive him up the wall.

"Yes, master…" he grumbled, clutching the wrench he was holding tighter.

The transvestite tapped his heels quickly, giving a very-anticipated sigh.

Riff hated him with a passion, he loathed him, even. This happened to often, and the abuse that he put up with was idiotic. He had the power to kill him, to murder him in cold blood.

But, he hadn't. He didn't know why, but he hadn't. There was something in the back of his head telling him that he shouldn't, that he cannot.

"Let's get going I don't have all night, you imbecile!" then, a swift kick to the head. "You are so fucking slow! C'mon! C'mon! Let's get going! The night's not so young anymore-"

He was going on, and on, and on. That voice was so annoying. How to shut the man up, how to shut the fucking man up…

Then, he got it.

A wicked smile spread across Riff's thin lips.

"What? Have you finally finished? No? Then stop smiling! Hurry up!"

Riff stood up, turning towards the man, the smile never leaving his lips.

Frank raised an eyebrow. This was strange.

The handyman grabbed the other, pressing his lips onto franks', forcefully.

This was strange, but Frank smirked, knowing that he'd give into temptation sooner or later. He was ever so seductive, as everybody could see.

Riff pushed him into the wall, kissing him harder.

Frankie was enjoying this, but Riff couldn't bare this too much longer. He was smart, and he was good at what he did, whatever it was, he was just good.

The Handyman pulled away, another smirk on his lips, patting the transvestite on the cheek.

What?

"Good night." Riff said cheerily, turning away.

What?

He was gone, leaving Frank alone.

D-did Riff Raff just… Glamour me?