Viktoria was receiving the royal treatment. The queens were offering her drinks, snacks, and gossip all while fawning over fashion with the designer. Alex had accepted a beer and had remained rather silent, enjoying the chance to see Viktoria navigate the many compliments being thrown at her.
Eventually, they had been invited to sit on the longest couch Alex had ever seen. Flanked by two of the most gorgeous and tallest queens, Alex sat comfortably and took a bit of whatever was passed to her. Liquor, strange crystalized potion, and cigarets, it reminded her of the parties she had attended as a teenager.
Noticing that her mind was getting foggier and foggier Alex had insisted to move so that she would be seated next to Viktoria. "Just so I can keep an eye on you." She had argued fairly certain the designer had been rolling her eyes at her. Finding that the fabric of Viktoria's jumpsuit had an absolutely fascinating texture as her hand had brushed against it, Alex had started patting her friend's knee.
She wasn't sure if Viktoria was indulging her or if she simply was too busy to pay attention to her, but her hand was still on Viktoria's knee when she noticed a familiar tall blonde standing in the dressingroom's doorway. Alex leaned close to Viktoria's ear to whisper "your wife is here." Before she chuckled.