Stone's Throw

[Andreas Amell]

Drag artists? "I'm not familiar with that particular craft. Or is it a performance art?"

[GamesMaster]

"You've never been to a drag performance? Girl! We need to take you our with us tonight. Tell me you're free."

[Andreas Amell]

Andreas jumps a little at the near shout, then glances around. "Who..?" Do they mean Addy?

[GamesMaster]

"No, no, you, silly! Well, and your friends, they can come too."

[Andreas Amell]

Me? But... "Ah, I'm male," he says with a polite cough, trying not to make a big deal about it. I know I'm not exactly gruff or built looking but still, that is... mildly disconcerting. I wonder if this is how Grandne feels all the time, he abruptly wonders, using the address coined long ago by a just barely post-toddler Gilly.

[GamesMaster]

"I'm aware? Oh! No, it's a bit of drag slang, to refer to everyone as girl regardless of sex."

[Andreas Amell]

"Ah! I see!" Andreas laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his hand and glancing to the side. Brilliant. Way to look like a provincial fool, Dreas. Oh! That's an idea, I can-- "Ah, right, I should introduce myself." Wait. "My name is Dreas, an artisan in search of his muse," he blurts out, seizing sudden inspiration and running with it. To top it off, he bows deeply, one hand sweeping out as he dips down.

[GamesMaster]

"It's a muse you're after, then you should see Heidi. She's gorgeous, and so inspiring! So multi-talented!" This isn't the dancer who's been speaking but another, one in long flowy robes with a dob of paint on their cheek, surrounded by freckles. 

[Andreas Amell]

"I've done some work with models before," Andreas replies after a slight hesitation at the sudden arrivial. He should be used to it, he really should with his family, but for someone seeking a burning passion, Andreas is a solid, steady sort of lad in preference. Mostly anyway. "During my watercolors and oil periods," the fifteen year old explains, speaking as if each span had lasted ten years, not ten months.

[GamesMaster]

"Just you wait until you see her. She's a sight." This the first dancer, grinning at their fellow. "Will you come out with us tonight? We're going now to get in line for tickets."

[Andreas Amell]

"Tickets? To what?" Andreas asks curiously, tail swaying back and forth as he glances up at the sun to try and gauge the time. I don't know why I bother, I'm truly rubbish at this. 

[GamesMaster]

"For the show! It starts in two hours, but we'll be in line most of that time, to ensure we get a good spot."

[Andreas Amell]

Nodding sagely, Dreas lets out a hum of understanding. "Ah yes, the show. The one you need tickets for. That show."

[GamesMaster]

The dancer rolls his eyes as their friend chuckles. "The drag show. Starring miss Heidi Salami."

[Andreas Amell]

Right, yes, this 'drag' thing again. "I've never been to one before but... hmm." He glances around for his cousins, not wanting to entirely lose track of them, if only to avoid having to explain that to any of the parents. "What are they like, as much as you can describe art with but words?"