AN: Who likes short-shorts? By which I mean short chapters! Too late! You've already said you like short-shorts! Muahahahaha!
"Hey, Mags, still trying to rip-off my look, I see."
"Frank," Magenta greeted her brother's friend crisply - personally he was much too lecherous and crass for her tastes… but unfortunately spending time Riff now entailed spending time with the promiscuous playboy currently hanging like a bat off Riff Raff's bed.
A smirk from Riff Raff snapped her out of her catty thoughts.
"What?" he shrivelled at her laser-glare, "You have to admit, Genta, your style is kind of similar to Frank's…"
Magenta bristled, "So what, only Frank's allowed to wear fishnets and corsets and have a rub-on tattoo, now? Who is he, the Prince of Transsexual?"
"Geez, ok, just calm down," Riff Raff exchanged a confused glance with Frank.
"Sorry, we must have been mistaken…," Frank replied warily.
Magenta – agitated by the cray-zee looks they were shooting her – gave out a frustrated "Urgh!" and stomped out the door to go sulk in her room.
"What was that?" asked Riff Raff.
Frank shrugged, "Must be her time of the month – I can sympathise."
In her room Magenta huffed loudly and slumped onto her bed, humiliated – not by her performance – but by the truth in their words… and the reason behind them…
She was copying Frank. Not because she was some sort of crazed, sparkly groupie – but because she wanted to become him… look just like him… be him.
It would be nice to be Frank.
Then Riff Raff would want her.
AN: Yep, Riff/Frank...I give them about a few more chapters ;P
I'm sure we've all gotten a cray-zee look at some point in our lives, I myself have had enough for several lives.
No song? What gives? None of the songs stuck in my head are really applicable to this wee doozy, the next chappy has two or three musical numbers planned though, so don't get too comortable...