Friendship Ain’t Easy ⇄ Pearlet
With their newfound friendship and no touching rules in it’s infancy, Pearl had found it best to leave the hotel room for the night, rather than join in what was bound to become a raunchy and wine soaked cesspool of sexual tension disguised as a sleepover and had instead gone on a date with Miles, after having had the pit crew member come sit with him on the bus, and ask about dinner; something he’d eagerly accepted, though he’d played it off cool.
Even Trixie had helped him get ready so he “didn’t look like a hobo” despite the fact the resident clownfish was possibly the only member of the cast who dressed less stylishly than he did in their everyday life and as their ‘boy’ selves. But he’d scrubbed up well, and the date had gone fine, better than finel even if their simmering sexual tension seemed to only translate into one ending, which was in Miles hotel room, and by the time they’d both collapsed, sweaty, exhausted and fucked out. They’d made the unanimous agreement to never date again, but fuck on occasion if they felt inclined before falling asleep, tangled together, though Miles’ weight is heavy, foreign and rather than their limbs mingling together and causing him to doze off, he feels foreign, heavy.. Like a log was resting on him.
They did however; made their way down to breakfast together, joining the rest of the queens. Though Miles bids him adieu, he even earns a goodbye kiss admit loud high pitched hollering, especially when the ‘daddy’ walks off and the others see the faint purple bruising marring Pearl’s collarbone, and a small bitemark, and the crescent shaped welts on Miles’ shoulder. His cheeks flame slightly at some of the more suggestive comments before sitting down at the table and reaching for the bacon to pile on his plate, along with waffles, confused at the silence of the table, as the cheering fizzles out into dead silence. His eyes crinkle in confusion before asking in a dead-pan tone “....Is there something on my face?” only to be met with loud hoots of laughter and a babble of voices as the conversation rings out again, everyone throwing forward their opinions on what transpired the night before.
