Cover Girl
RuPaul
Vince
Genre
Because I believe with all my heart that Vince can fucking WERK IT and he'd make an amazing queen. And not your kind of queen across the pond, but a good, old fashioned, drag queen, hunties! Hey, check out wossy. Jonathan Ross likes RuPaul's Drag Race.
(All hail our newest reigning queen, Miss Jinkx Monsoon!)
Vince Noir grinned at the beautiful woman looking at him. "Why hello there," he purred. The woman in the mirror imitated his every move.
And that beautiful woman, you may ask, was Anita Cocktail, Vince's drag persona. She really was a feat. A single mother of a gay son, always mistaken for a drag queen, and for some reason, worked in a drag bar!
The truth was that Vince wasn't Vince when he was in drag. He was a whole other person. He was a she. And she loved it.
Anita loved going out during the day, especially when she toured in America. Random people would come up and compliment her, and then giggle about, saying they couldn't believe they commented on a drag queen's wig. It made them feel better.
But unfortunately, Anita was back in London, but just for a few weeks. There was a specific reason, too. Heat had just did an interview, and put her on the cover.
"Perfect," rang Anita's high pitched voice, and she blotted. She ran to the door, but groaned. "Eww." She grabbed an umbrella to avoid the London rain, and strutted down the walk. Her mission? To find the place that sold Heat that had the most people.
After she was satisfied with the location, she strolled in. Fuck the stage, the world was her runway. She giggled as she felt a little twink's eyes one her, and she winked.
"I'll take this one," she said to the man behind the counter, and slipped the magazine to him. He rang her up, and she walked to the boy. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." She grinned. "But that would be pointless. Looks like you already have one."
His eyes followed her's, straight to the issue of Heat in his hand. "I- I... I'm not going to lie, I got it because you were on the cover, Miss Anita."
"Anita." She shook his hand. "You're kind of cute. What's your number?"
"Uh..."
"Are you dating somebody?"
"No, but, I've never really been with a queen before."
"Why should I care?" She grinned. "Gimme your number!"
He scribbled to write it down, and Anita grinned. "So, give me a call sometime?"
"I'd love to." She giggled. "But no T, no shade, but if I'm going to call you, you can't be shaking like that. Am I scary or something?"
"Not scary. Intimidating."
"Aww." Anita laughed. "Cheers, hunty."
And just like that, the cover girl was out of there.