The Bar at the End of the Universe

Lola* was down at the bar once again, sitting eating a small plate of relatively expensive looking food. There was a matching, if slightly more full, plate sitting next to her; perhaps an open invitation, perhaps a second course. She had made too much, back in the kitchen, but couldn't stay on her feet anymore, to try and find it a home. If someone wanted some, they'd have to come and get it.

You know. Of the food.

Right.

( * )

There was no wig tonight, no make-up. LA had been too tired to bother with the glamor, today (not to mention some time during his night, his wig and dress had 'mysteriously' disappeared). So, Drew was left to head to the bar as himself; the nice button-down and Italian leather shoes he'd found in his closet a bit more... metro than he usually bothered with, but then, he had no room to talk.

Sliding onto a barstool, he waved a hand to the bartender, trying to get his attention. He had to start, when the man that turned to him looked exactly like him, even if he'd already dealt with Greg bearing a striking resemblance to Dex. It was him, after all. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he decided to bite the bullet and ask the bar for his tea, smiling slightly when the mug appeared without hesitation. At least she was good at service.

His name, for the evening, had been Lola. At the time, he was a showgirl, but now, with the wig off and in the middle of a good combing, on his way backstage, he was really just a man in a dress. Needless to say, his distraction with the blond locks in his hand gave him one last minute of calm, before a noise off to his side dragged him from his reverie, and made him look up.

Well, someone had redecorated the dressing room, hadn't they? Or had he... blacked out, again? His eyebrows shot up, as he looked down at himself- well, if he had blacked out, James had some explaining to do. No matter- best to just roll with things, right? He surreptitiously flipped the wig back on, adjusting a hemline here or there, before heading back to the bar. If not to get information about what 'she' had been doing, at least to get a drink.

When in Rome, and all that.