lonely moonlight

“I’m sure if you had you wouldn’t have agreed. I don’t think you would deliberately let this happen. It would be bad publicity for the resort.”

“I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m going to be in a lot of legal trouble once this is over. Speaking positively, since I guess there’s always a chance we’ll all be murdered....”

“’Cause she’s not that type of girl, helloooooooooo.”

“I’m sure she could be if she wanted to be,”

“I’ve been living and working here for about 3 years now and I’ve never experienced shit like this before.”

“I know, I know... It’s horrible. I didn’t think-- you know, I didn’t think this would happen when I said that they could hold an event here.”

"Stay still!" - Kitley

“I doubt that you’d disappoint. Even really bad sex is still good sex.” Roy shrugged. “So, what are you doing tonight? Other than letting strangers get attacked by spiders?”

“I tried to help, I swear! I’m afraid of them a little bit,” Kitley admitted sheepishly. “Um, I’m not really doing anything. You know, other than thinking about how once all of this is over I’m probably going to have a lot of legal issues to sort out,”

"Stay still!" - Kitley

“Well, don’t be lazy. Success comes with a price.” He said, straightening his shirt out, avoiding the fact that they may not leave the hotel alive. “One day, you’ll run both if you keeping workin’ hard and fuck all the right people.” He teased.

“I don’t think I’m lazy,” Kitley mumbled. “If you really believe in me that mu--” The boy paused, blushing and laughing nervously. “Oh, I doubt fucking people would get me anywhere, I’d probably disappoint them,”

"Stay still!" - Kitley

Roy nodded, used to the statement that he was intimidating; he got it so often because of his stand up performance that it was usually everybody’s first impression of him. “That’s really cool… So, you gonna own all this one day or what? Do you plan to own the whole chain or just specifically this hotel?”

“Well... considering recent events, I don’t think my business is going to last much longer after all of this is over with. You know, considering I don’t also get murdered in the midst of this... but uh, if we’re going for optimism here, then yes, I plan to own both of the Ski Lodges that my parents run.”

“Well you’re helping me out and a hug is a common thank you. Other than money, of course.” She said with a little shrug. “But I figured I should ask since some people don’t like being touched and I don’t have cash. And it’s nice to meet you, Kitley- Alaska is good for in-drag, it’s Justin out of drag.”

“Oh, you don’t need to pay me. Alaska and Justin, got it. Nice to meet you too,”

“The only thing I knew about her is that she could never be glamour.”

“I-- oh, okay. Well, why can’t she be glamour?” 

"Stay still!" - Kitley

“You don’t have to be afraid of me, really, I’m not actually an asshole. I have my moments, but I actually have a nice side.” Roy spoke softer than usual when he sensed just how nervous the younger man was. “How did a youngster like you land a job this serious?”

“I’m not afraid, you just seem-- intimidating,” Kitley admitted, but the other seemed softer and the young manager tried to keep it together. “I’m sure you’re very sweet. I-- well, my parents owned the business, so um-- I’ve been helping out with it for a long time,” He answered.

“Are you not one for physical ‘thank yous?’” She asks curiously, not wanting to touch someone before they might not want it, or even want it all. Happily, she followed near the manager. “Thanks- What was your name again?”

“No, I don’t mind, I just... I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I’m not used to people offering me hugs? And, um-- I’m Kitley, you’re... Alaska?” He asked, trying to remember.

“I would crack a joke and say the only murders happening is the slaying of my pussy with all this trade lying around but…..Mimi. What was that all about? I was kidding when I told her to eat shit and drop dead!” 

“...What do you mean by trade? Um, I have no idea. Is Mimi the person in the second TV thing? Did you know her...?”

“….You okay, kid? Did Blood at the Disco or whatever you youngings listen to these days break up or something?” 

“Me? I’m fine! Totally fine. You know, it’s just-- a little difficult being the manager of a place where murders are apparently happening, so I guess-- I’m a bit on edge.”

"Stay still!" - Kitley

“You’re the manager? You can’t be older that 21, how the hell did you get that title?” Bianca asked, stomping on her shirt a bit before picking it up. “I’m Roy. Bianca when I’m in a dress.” She introduced herself, extending her hand as a welcoming. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Yes. Um-- I’m twenty two, actually,” He answered sheepishly, his nerves getting the better of him. “Nice to meet you, Roy,” He said, giving the queen’s hand a feeble shake; he wasn’t in manager mode right now, he was too nervous to be formal. Something about the older man was intimidating. “Very nice to meet you as well. I-- um-- really sorry, you know, about the cable cars and the storm and-- sorry,”

“Oh honey, when do I ever know what’s going on? The only serious relationship I’ve ever been in was with some homeless man who was only with me because I gave him my HBOGO Password and let him crash in my bed. No wonder we were never Facebook smh, he didn’t have a fucking computer because he sold it for crystal meth. He also wouldn’t look me in the eyes when we fucked. It was always doggy style and I always had to wear a Trader Joe’s bag over my head.

“I-- I don’t know, you look like a well informed lady, I guess, I’ve never really met you so I wouldn’t know if you would know what was-- um-- homeless man? M-meth? I-- Well, yeah, it was mostly the video I was-- um-- referring to.”

"Stay still!" - Kitley

“well, don’t just stand there, get it the fuck off!” Bianca panicked and when the kid didn’t seem to be helping any, she squealed, pulling her shirt off, tossing it. “Fuck… Could you have imagined the headlines? ‘Drag star Bianca Del Rio, killed by raging cunt spider…” She laughed now that she was safe. “Have I seen you before, kid?”

Kitley gasped and jumped away from the piece of fabric, shaking his head as he watched the spider scurry under a decorative lobby table. “Oh, god, ew,” He shuddered, rubbing his arms. “Headlines? I-- sounds, um, interesting--” He mumbled. “Me??? No, no, probably not. I don’t wander much, but um-- I’m the Ski Lodge manager,” He admitted hesitantly, due to the fact that it wasn’t very honorable to be the manager of this particular ski lodge right about now.

"Stay still!" - Kitley

“I- I-- I think so, it’s some kind of bug,” Kitley admitted sheepishly, looking at the queen’s shoulder. “Uh-- let me think for a second, I’ll-- get it off--” He stammered, trying to think of how to get it off without going anywhere near it. 

“That would be amazing” Alaska said extending the -ing a little bit. “I could hug you for helping my boredom.”

“I-- um-- if you want, sure,” Kitley mumbled, nodding in the direction of the arcade. “This way,”