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𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔-𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 : twenty8, drag queen & waitstaff — the saccharine. human. lee felix. introduction. pinterest. threads.
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Before Romi was meant to give her speech at her father’s wedding, the trio met within the walls of the Weiss manor — it always slipped her mind how massive the place was. No matter what, Drew was mostly in attendance at the supposed ‘Grand’ event for her best friend, as she was going to need some much-needed moral support. “Romi, did you really agree to do this for your... dad?” Drew thought it was ridiculous and figured that she had no say in it whatsoever. She looked over to Kitty with a knowing look, but didn’t say anything so as to not stress their friend out even more. “Or did he, y’know, force you?” If there was something Drew was analyzing, she was hoping that it wasn’t the latter, since it gave her more of a reason to stick by Romi throughout the wedding. “If you need anything, ya know we’re both here for you, girlie — Hell, scream if you need to.” Drew stood by Kitty, wrapping an arm around them, and strived to pull the Weiss daughter into a group hug during the process of such an embrace.
another disappointing evening left defeat flooding his veins. he'd drove around the city with a tight grip on the worn steering wheel, tempted to land at his place or at a bar until last call, but it was the blinking neon light of the music store that pulled him in and was the comfort he'd been looking for. his guitar, acoustic and the most expensive thing he'd ever bought for himself, needed new strings.
it was therapeutic, plucking at the bronze when life got too heavy. he'd learned during his time in the military, when his options were few and far in between. now, when the space inside of his townhouse got a little too quiet, he'd strum until his fingers ached and then he'd play a little more just to prove that he could.
"here i was thinking i'd have the place to myself," he greeted, a small curve pulling on his mouth as the door settled closed behind him. sin city had a reputation for a reason, but not everyone lived up to it. "haven't taken all of the good stuff for yourself, have you?" another joke, a feat for the man who rarely went out of his way to strike up a conversation with people if it wasn't work-related.
alizka had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at his attempt to strike up a conversation. they didn’t think it’d really be a lonely night, thinking it would be kind of ridiculous since they were in las vegas, of all places. sin city was always crammed from every part of the metroplex, and that’s what they have learned since moving here. a light chuckle left her mouth, “i hate to break it to ya, but you'd have to do better than that.” alizka kept her gaze on the other, not having a clue how to continue the encounter. “and i haven’t, i’m just doing a little window shopping.” not that that matters or anything. could they play an instrument? absolutely not. they’re not as talented as their brother, they feared.
After the godfather of the Weiss family had stormed off with his youngest daughter, Alice was left in the lofty dining room with the rest of the guests, half the them left whispering to one another while the other half attempted to make awkward conversation about anything but what they'd just witnessed. The journalist had been furiously scribbling onto her tiny notepad, trying to catch every word that Romi Weiss had said. At first, the speech had started out like any other but as it went on, the girl was clearly devolving into some sort of...madness, maybe? There was something off about her and Alice had noticed it even before she'd tanked her speech. To be fair, she didn't really know the girl, not personally. But something was clearly going on beneath the surface, that much had been made clear. As she'd ended her toast with a dark warning to her new family members, Alice had been hanging onto her every word, trying to decipher whatever hidden message lay beneath the heiress' words. But now that the show was over, she looked across the table and said "I can't believe I thought covering this wedding was going to be boring..." There was certainly a soft spot for Romi in her heart--as much as there could be, at least, considering she was practically a stranger. Still, Alice was grateful that her own father was a kind, gentle man instead of being someone like Peter Weiss. She knew better than to not be afraid of him. "At least the food is good," she said, popping a seared scallop into her mouth.
well, drusila was more concerned than ever for her best friend romi, and drew hated how she was dragged off by the arm by her father. “jesus fucking christ,” she quietly said with gritted teeth. she shakes her head disapprovingly at the situation, and once hearing the woman beside her, “yeah, at least the food’s good.” her tone was rather annoyed, but not at the woman with her tiny little notepad. boring? nothing was ever boring with the weisses, unfortunately. it was all a very sticky situation ... and a long family history that she vaguely knew about. however, she still worked with the family. “there a reason why you’re covering the wedding?” that’s not the best way to start a conversation regarding the union of a head honcho ... and his new wife. how riveting. the new family additions ... yay! she took a moment to look around, seeking another friend in the crowd.
Gemma exited the cafe with a flourish, placing the heavily tinted sunglasses on her nose and giving her long trenchcoat a sweep. She did not smile externally, but she lived to create an image, and she knew she looked like she could stab someone and look absolutely beautiful doing it. There was an edge to her that she carried everywhere she went, because she knew some might recognise her for who she was, and she dared them to try their luck. She wanted them to try.
Sadly, most of the time, nobody did.
She even went all the places where she could easily be cornered: dark alleys, empty parks, stuffy bars.
The Weiss capo brought the steaming cup of coffee to her lips and started walking back towards the centre. She fell in line with another at the traffic light and stared at their bag. "Your bag is open," she commented. "Might want to check if you haven't fallen victim to the city's lowlives."
with a backpack in tow and her hair going crazy in the wind, drusila hadn’t even realized her bag was open. how organized. the gymnastics in her head halted; hearing a familiar voice beside her, bringing her back to the present, coming face to face with gemma : a fellow weiss companion. “oh. hi, gemma,” drew quickly whipped the backpack around on her torso, zipping it closed, thanking her afterward. “i doubt it — i didn’t really have anything valuable in here.” she laughed softly, patting her bag a few times, taking note of the coffee cup in her hand. “you have a busy schedule today?” the detective pointed at the cup in their hand.
with: @divinitymctions ; alizka
where: astrid and alizka's townhouse
when: january 9th, 1997
"What the hell, Liz?" The half-drowsed rumblings from the elder brother of the quadruplets was deftly followed by an elbow socking him in the face as they floundered around on Alizka's bed that they were sharing, the lines of his features creasing with irritation. It ebbed in no time, the soft spot for his siblings undeniable, else he wouldn't have been so reluctant for the four of them to part from crowding the same bed together when they were younger. ( Old habits were hard to break and when you had no money, and stuffed into foster home after foster home keen for their next check, they were accustomed to making it work and no one sleeping on the floor. None of them smell putrid, which eased the burden of the chore, but there was a lot of apologies flung around to ameliorate flourishing bruises and pyjamas stuffed in mouths. ) These days, Atticus could sleep through a natural disaster, bogged by medications dedicated to morning and night, and the nightly routine clogged his bones with an inexplicable snake oil. Grey hues struggled to prop open at all, desperate to snap shut and slip back into the depths of dreamless sleep. It was his sibling's restlessness that pressed him to rally against it, grunting and turning on his side to make more room for them. "δεν μπορώ να κοιμηθώ?"
alizka could not fucking sleep; it was driving them insane at this point. what time was it? who knows? she didn’t know whether to leave or stay; it caused her to move around like a fish out of water in bed ... and of course, with the eldest quadruplet beside them. yay! however, she couldn’t remember the last time they slept in the same bed. maybe it was when they were in foster homes — truly awful times, if she was being honest about their childhood. “Συγνώμη,” liz immediately responded, clearly havingn’t gone to bed, wide awake as ever. “sorry,” they repeated in english now. “but no, i can’t,” alizka admitted with a pout. the move from new york city was kicking their ass.
OPEN STARTER FOR @boneyardstarters, ( 1 / 4 )
outside the underworld
The club spits them out well past midnight, neon flickering red over cracked pavement and cheap cologne. Lux plants themself against the brick with a bottle dangling from two fingers, cigarette burning crooked at their lip. No amount of blood could satiate them tonight; it's not often Lux finds themself here anymore, not like they used to. They've had years to perfect it, a temper always on the wrong end of the scale, picking battles instead of manufacturing them. Tonight, though, the old itch is back, that tight coil under their ribs ready to fucking snap, so old haunts become familiar again.
The door bangs open behind them and a group tumbles out, loud and careless. Someone clips Lux's shoulder on the way past without so much as a glance, and between the drugs and alcohol pumping through their system, it's enough. The cigarette drops, ember skittering across asphalt. "Watch where you're fucking going," they snarl.
Their pulse kicks up in anticipation; they know this version of themself, the one that doesn't try so hard to be even. The one that misses the clean simplicity of a fist connecting. Lux rolls their shoulders once, loose and ready, a humorless half-smile tugging at their mouth. "Come on," they nod once, pushing off the wall. "Give me a reason."
an outing to the underworld was only out of deepened curiosity. it’d been a while since kalyani visited a nightclub. not that it ever interested her to begin with. despite that, it only lasted an hour... or two. the woman has lost count of how long she has been away from home.
watching from the sidelines from the entrance ( and exit ) of the nightclub, kalyani’s lips formed a straight line. wow. they seem fiesty, she pondered. this was about to be eventful, so she’d stay to see how long that would last. should the affluent woman even butt herself into the situation, or stay quiet, intrigued by what’s happening?
“this must be tiring for you,” kalyani blurted out of nowhere. the tone in her voice was not interpretable, really, though she tried her best to hide a quiet laugh from slipping— clicking her tongue with a tsk. “that ... or you’re looking to cause a scene. you cannot fight everyone that bumps into you now, or can you?”
rosalind hadn't got back until 6am that morning from her shift but after a couple hours sleep, she was yet to feel sucked of all her energy. there were nights where she'd have the utmost clarity despite the lights distorting around her and it had been one of those nights. "calm's good, yeah." ros nodded slowly. "that's a good idea, actually. i can't remember the last time i went to the movies, actually." it must have been way before that fateful night that changed everything for them. "is there something in particular you want to see? just please don't tell me you've got your sights set on seeing a western, because if you do... sorry, that's me out." they were being serious but did let out a chuckle.
“please, i could also go for a calm and quiet night every now and then.” their life was loud, to say the least. drag shows here, restaurant shifts there : noise everywhere! if only they’d take the time to sit down and relax. however, tonight was the night to do it, and hopefully not the last — especially with ros. “i gotta be honest, i don’t even know what’s out, and by the way, you’re safe with me!” they let out a chuckle. “since i am also not too fond of western films myself, so i’ll let you pick out the movie.” they had not gone to the cinema in what seemed like forever. “are we aimin’ for a pick-me-up?”
"You know I'm not one for partying." In undergrad, he joined a fraternity that was more for the study geeks than the chronically shitfaced guys who would be struggling their way to walking across the stage. Although he was never happier to leave the culture of it all behind, he did sorely miss the path more traveled in making friends. It wasn't simple after a certain age, or so he felt. Catching the shift in intonation when his sibling spoke, he put the menu to the edge of the table and reached across, laying a hand on Addison's wrist. "I'm okay, bubs. Promise. I know you and your nosy sister have been givin' me the side-eye about the divorce, but me and Roma are gonna stay friends... It just wasn't workin' out." For the past few weeks, he had been trying to craft up a credible lie that they would buy into. Bambi wasn't as apt to fall for it, as the less gullible half of the pair. They'd always avowed to full transparency, yet, he had promised his soon ex-spouse that he would keep a secret, too. "I feel like we've been drifting apart for a while now. Her and I. Actually..."
The astronomer trailed off, indecisive on whether his sibling would be supportive. "I've been seeing someone new. We might meet up before the ball drops, I guess, but that's it — wait, wait, I'm not blushing! Yah!" Dustin sat upright in the chair, swatting his hand at his younger sibling and shaking his head. Rolling his eyes, he plopped back into the seat. "Fine, we'll split chicken and waffles. But I want my own eggs and hashbrowns. You hog all them poached eggs. The French toast here is real good, too. They make it with the pancake batter with the eggs, adds a little flavor."
“no offense, but it’s pretty obvious you’re not much of a... partier.” there was a pause, and then they chuckled softly. “i love you, though,” they almost got out of their seat to squeeze their older sibling's cheeks. nothing like a younger brother obsessed with their older sibling. it was kind of easy for addison to make friends... and that probably had an effect because of their kindness, though they often wondered why they preferred being surrounded by crowds and the cheering that came with it. addison missed the circus ... maybe? “are you positive you’re doing okay? ‘cause you’re taking it easier than most divorced couples do ...” they still squinted at their sibling. “i’ll always side-eye you for going along with it ... and not fighting for roma.” for one, addison couldn’t really wrap their head around it. addy said with their index finger at their brother's direction. “y’all two were so lovey-dovey at the wedding last year.” clearly, it wasn't their business. listening to dusty’s comment made sense ; however, all he could do was nod his head. “i guess that could happen,” he spoke quietly.
their brows furrowed together, listening intently. “you’re already seeing someone?!” they exclaimed a little too loudly. “i know what blush looks like on skin... i know for a fact you don’t really wear makeup either— i’m not that dumb.” maybe just a little. if they hadn’t been in public, addison would’ve done so much more to embarrass them. “yah!” they repeated after dustin, swatting their hand in return. addy pretended as if nothing had happened, as a sheepish smile appeared on their face. “ooh, yay! that sounds like a fabulous plan to me.” he shimmied in his seat, content as can be. “and don’t worry, i’m not gonna steal your hashbrowns... i’ll also order the french toast. i may or may not already eat them every time i work a shift.”
Even prior to marriage and motherhood, it’s always been about prioritising and focusing on what you can commit to. That’s been my approach to every aspect of my life, be it my relationships or my professional commitments.
@divinitymctions / addison at casual edge boutique
strange events didn't just linger, they manifested in emmeline and she so tired from it but she couldn't rest... they were out there, they knew that she knew and she couldn't help it was only a matter of time before they came knocking. a broken clock was right two times a day and that was the woman that sat nervously behind the counter. the 'no vampires allowed' sign still remained up from poker night but had seen a few more applications of sticky tape to keep it there. still, the opening of casual edge boutique had been a gamble in itself seen as its owner was seemingly crumbling on the inside. there were parts of emmeline that thought she should call her therapist that she hadn't seen in a good few months but it was real, it had always been real and they'd just talk her out of it. eyes widening, the woman quickly put on a smile - this time she was here. "welcome - hello you! how've you been and what are you looking for because i think i can probably come up with something... know my inventory like the back of my hand, and i know that, despite speculation." giving a stern nod, emmeline smiled warmly and moved over slightly giving them a chance to mov around themselves.
well, they were certainly at the boutique for a reason. could they remember? nope, and unfortunately, that was a common occurrence in addison’s life. once they rolled in there it was like their mind went blank. addy... had a vision for one of their shows, but the ‘no vampires allowed’ sign had caught their attention. vampires? since when? that didn’t stop them from walking in warmly at the sight of the owner. “hey emmeline! how’s it going?” they asked out out of courtesy—no doubt, they are still nosy regardless. “little ole me stopped by to visit you, of course! i am only here to try to get some ideas for an upcoming show ... but,” addison paused for a moment. “i reckon i’m havin' some doubts—afraid of lacking ingenuity.” they admitted with a little reluctance, scanning the boutique. “ya know how to make alterations, right?”
Event Thread: Cyrus & Addison ( @divinitymctions )
Location: Cupid's Arrow Drag Queen Club
It should've been a quiet night. Close up, head out. But the evening's turned on it's head... literally. Because staring at them on the ground on the front steps of the back entrance to the club is a severed head. He'd been called over by his coworker's scream, and there it is. Lifeless and bloody and... yeah. That can't be real, can it?
Can it?
"Hold on, hold on. Remember that drag king Sir Rinj, he did all that weird macabre stuff, drank pig's blood once, maybe it's uh... a prop from his last uh..."
Cyrus isn't exactly the sharpest crayon in the box, and he's immediately squatting in front of it to get a closer look. It is fascinating, after all. Scary as hell, but... he reaches over carefully and touches the edge of the head, and his hand is pulled immediately back, as the head falls back to face heaven-ward instead of straight in front of it.
"Oh fuck. Ohh fuck." Why did he DO that? "What... do we do? What do we do? That's real. That's fuckin' REAL."
the night was going well, up until addison came face to face with a severed head at the back entrance, on their way out along with his coworker. the way they had screamed, their genuine fear probably could have been easily detected. an exhale left their mouth. his eyes closed not wanting to take in the sight of it any longer.
what was cyrus talking about? he doesn’t remember a drag king by the name of sir rinj. “nope,” they shook their head. “i don’t remember, and worst of all, it’s not even halloween.” all recollection instantly escaped from his memory. they weren’t really the type to focus on that kind of stuff.
“oh gosh, what’re you doing? don’t—” before addison realized what had just happened, he was shell-shocked. he felt as though he was about to faint. this was not how they expected the night to end either. addison reached for cyrus’ shoulder, not wanting to come in contact with his hands.
“we have to call the cops, cyrus. there’s no other choice here.” addison’s heart was running at one hundred miles per hour, but surprisingly of sound mind. it must be the adrenaline. “we have to call the cops, i-” they repeated with tears welling up in their eyes. oh, maybe they’re not doing as well as they presented themself. “i have to call them. where are the keys?” he tried his best to keep his eyes on cyrus and only him.
OPEN STARTER: ( @boneyardstarters )
LOCATION: cactus ridge trailer park
DATE: january 10th, 1997
Walker stared at his bike with an expression that could only be described as annoyance mixed with a soft reluctance, he knew the thing was on it last legs but her didn’t want to let the old girl go just yet. Having been the bike he had when he joined the cats and met some of the most important people in his life, he was stupidly sentimental some would say. He had another bike, one much younger and better some would say but he didn’t think so- it didn’t have the memories attached to it that his original did. With another annoyed sigh he stood, wiping the grease from his hands with his tank top not really caring about the thing ( it was covered in the stuff anyways ). Baby blues flashing up toward the face turned toward him he gave a crooked little grin and a shrug, leaning heavily on his charms. "She wouldn't start and I love her what can I say."
alizka had no business being at the cactus ridge trailer park, but they were here to look for an extended family member: rosalind lim. however, they were nowhere to be found, so alizka was on their way out of the park. their gaze observed the man and the fact he was trying to fix his bike. it seemed like it wasn’t going well for him — yikes! — and they knew what that felt like. liz was a little too close for comfort, and in his space. her feet feeling a little heavy from exhaustion of doing absolutely nothing. “i really hate saying it, but it looks like she’s hanging on by a thread ... having to say goodbye and all.” and a thread that was about to SNAP! they had a bike of their own, but alas, couldn’t bring it along from new york city. needless to say, alizka felt the heartbreak as if it was her’s. “how long have you had her — if you don’t mind me asking.”
HEY, i think i just saw ALIZKA PALLAS-DEXICOS walking down the strip. stop by to catch up and you’ll learn the THIRTY-TWO YEAR OLD is working as a TATTOOIST AT TATTOOINE + LIVE SOUND CREW AT DEAD MAN’S FINGERS and lives in THE CROIX TOWNHOUSES. given they are VENTUROUS but RUTHLESS, it’s likely that they ARE NOT a vampire. i bet you can find them tearing up the dance floor to DIRTY DIANA BY MICHAEL JACKSON and you’ll know why they’re called THE MEMENTO VIVERE.
TRIGGER WARNINGS : although vaguely mentioned — murder, parental loss & chronic illness. if i missed any, please let me know.
GIVEN NAME. alizka pallas-dexicos
KOREAN NAME. mae dalnim
NICKNAME. liz, ali
AGE. thirty-two, ( 32 )
BIRTHDAY. february 14th, 1965
ZODIAC SIGN. aquarius
PLACE OF BIRTH. mokpo-si, south korea
HOMETOWN. meteora, greece ( ? )
SEXUALITY. bisexual / biromantic
GENDER & PRONOUNS. non-binary, she / they
NATIONALITY. greek-american
ETHNICITY. east asian ( south korean )
RELIGION. to be determined
SPOKEN LANGUAGE. greek & english
OCCUPATION. tattooist at tattooine, live sound crew at dead man’s fingers
RELATIONSHIP STATUS. single as f***
CURRENT LOCATION. las vegas, nevada
FACE CLAIM. shin hyesun
alizka’s had a tumultuous upbringing from the start; now, nothing really surprises them anymore. their single mother household of seven was noisy as fuck; they firmly believe that they lost their innocence at a young age from what she’d witnessed. life in england wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, it was quite the opposite and worse. she’d tuned out after child protective services got involved.
the moschettis eventually took alizka and her siblings in when they were twelve (12) years old. it took a long time for liz to open up, and once they did, they were stupidly eccentric and it was kind of non-stop with them ... undoubtedly with the most random shit, too. a peculiar one, she was. despite being an odd ball, they felt indebted to their adoptive parents: eliana and her husband. her parents. they’d come to conclusion that they came to the rescue with their decision to adopt. they weren’t the brightest kid, & didn’t know how to convey smart-enough words at the time, but they were grateful. still relevant to this day.
did they have a rebellious streak? yes, but never to the point where they stressed their family out — this is a lie, though. they would stress them out by not taking their insulin when they need to ... and a bunch of other shit ! but they can get under all of their skin, & she’ll do it every time. on repeat. being close to their siblings is of utmost importance, especially after their adoptive mother, eliana moschetti, was murdered in new york city.
for someone who was always getting themselves in some Unnecessary Bullshit ™ , alizka wasn’t expecting to deal with the heavy load of having to plan a burial & a lot of decisions. she took the responsibility, & shockingly mature throughout. while the rest of the family was in vegas, she was on her own in new york. eliana & alizka were close, so it was a heavy loss, and one she hadn’t dealt with before ... so it was a new chapter in their life.
she’d often visit her family in vegas, and go back to new york. they eventually made the decision to move to vegas permanently ... after cyrek kept getting on their nerves with the constant phone calls — honestly, since they are very attached at the hip with their siblings, they can’t live without them. they’ve only been in vegas for a month, or two, but they haven’t really counted after moving in with astrid pallas-dexicos.
after dealing with the loss and grief of their mother, it will take some time to feel at home again ... though it’s slowly starting to feel like it, with everyone by their side, in the same time zone. all they need is their family. well, that and to annoy the living shit out of them. thankfully, the will be working at the tattooine & dead man’s fingers for some much-needed income.
HELLO : I KNOW I’M FORGETTING MORE INFO BUT ..... my main goal is to always keep my muses’ intros vague. even if alizka was thrown into existence 2 years ago, but please love her. it’s nearly 4am as this was posted.
i don’t know if i made it clear, but they are diabetic, therefore the trigger warning for chronic illness ( just to be safe ).
'Courtacy'and 'Polite' were words people often threw at Dom as if they should mean something, stick in some way that carried any weight. Feelings in general seemed to stem from a deep desire to be important. Everyone wanted to be noticed, to be validated, to be deemed worthy of words and affections. In the end they all chose the wrong benefactor.
"You know what they say: Wish in one hand shit in the other-"
He didn't bother looking her over; her presence not quite big enough to take note of. The calm demeanor didn't carry the same effect it may have on someone else. He knew this play already. Calm tended to throw off peoples axis, force them to reevaluate their tactics, try and weigh in on that which they can't see hiding underneath. It was a basic tactic but usually very effective. Usually.
"Hmm." He hummed as he pulled another smoke from his pocket, placing it to balance between his teeth as he fished for the lighter. "I think I'll take the gamble.
you know what they say: wish in one hand, shit in the other. oh. she instantly knew he was going to be annoying as hell. ARE ALL MEN LIKE THIS? daniela believed it. men like him were high and mighty, huge with their pride and ego. there was no use with trying to get through to them — or that’s what she was sensing from the guy’s behavior. “i see you were born to be a piece of shit, then.” why was it so strenuous for him to apologize — two words; i’m sorry. that’s all it would have fucking taken — even if it was unintentional?
