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Ash busts into the District 9 mayor's hall, Capitol warrant for their very own exclusive interview. They asked Tazzel, who asked someone higher up, who must have asked whoever makes the checks bounce because it cleared quick. On a dime almost; perfect, since Duke Baptiste is nowhere to be seen. Those Baptiste kids know how to avoid a camera, that's for sure. 

An unexpected mayor though? No way! 

Both the mouthpiece & the cameraman enter the office, Shiv Irvine at her desk hard at work for the camera's. They motion at the camera -- "ugh, I'm so here for this district 9 glow-up." 

"Heeey Miss Irvine, I'm Ash Fixated nice to meet you, mhm, you're on The Buzz: On The Street!™" They say, pulling up a seat in front of the mayor of nine's desk. "Should we move the desk? Or- no? Okay, yeah," Ash shrugs it off before stuffing the fringe of their mint outfit in between the armchairs. 

They take a second, making uncomfortable eye contact with Talon, and then the camera, mimicking a deer in headlights. "Do I still look cinched? Cool," they nod to the mayor before getting to the point. "I ask questions, you give tea. And I think you know where I'm going to start," said with a twinkle in their eye. 

"You're the mayor of the district, taking over from your sister, Talon, right. It's mid-term, how do you think you've done, good? I'd say so, yeah," reassuring Shiv with the way Ash  whips their wig behind their shoulder. "But you manage to bring back Nine's first victor in over two decades, I mean, come on! That's got to be a serious confidence boost to your career." 

"So let's start there! How optimistic are you about the election coming up, is the silver office staying in the family?" 

[ x ]

Cricket told me once that if I was ever in the games, she'd sponsor me part of her wardrobe. 

I think that's the top, um, 5 moments of my fucking life. When I tell people I'm Haus of Antoinette, it's kind of like being a house legend. I mean, I'm only seventeen and I'm devouring the district two fashion scene. There's not much competition -- even cross district, Haus of Gaultier's been strong since Lorraine took a thirteen year old boy's ear. But, I guess that's where we differ. 

Gaultiers make clothes, and Antoinette wins. 

Very that, you know? 

I've been an Antoinette drag baby for two years now, but I guess I've been doing drag my whole life. For me, I think I've been a queen since birth. That's how I'd describe it, my first kiss was in kindergarten after playing leap frog with the mechanic's son. Now I'm seventeen and I want the dad. 

It just took me two years to drop the Crocetti name - don't get me wrong, my family isn't terrible. Very Italian, I knew things about mafia's that I don't think a teenager should have been doing. That about sums up my life, but I'm getting an All-Caps drag interview so it works out. 

Money talks. 

Money talks, loud.

That's why you dress rich, take those risks. You look a thousand bucks, you are a thousand bucks -- I do fencing in a corset. I wear heels to hand-to-hand and I place top ten, and then I go to goddamn Marchello's and do my gigs for the night. Maybe this is so goddamn arrogant of me to say, but if you want to be famous you will be. 

Losing is a mindset, if you want to win, you'll know how to win. 

And you know what, Crocetti didn't teach me that, Antoinette didn't teach me -- I taught myself that! I pay my own bills, I buy my own wigs, so like I said, my money speaks for me. 

That's why I only buy Gaultier or Crowe. 

Thrifting is what we call borrowing permanently. Whenever I'm down a few hundred dollars and I see a 20's vintage white lace corset what do I think I'm going to do? Wait until pay day? Get real. The thing about is it that if they don't see me take, and they don't come looking for it, then it's as if it's not missing to begin with. 

I stole some boots from Chelsea Aquino and we fought it out at the school pavilion before she got sent to the fucking detention center. Don't get me wrong, I've been before. 

For stealing boots. 

Out of a museum. 

What, that dead bitch wasn't doing anything with them?

They're my favorite red ones, I call them Sheila. 

My ex and I got D.C. time because of a domestic charge, that was back when we lived out over in Tinderbend. He'd hit me and I'd punch back, but when he took a knife out on me I ran out into the lobby right. Neighbor next door called the keepers and I spent a week in holding. I know Ricky served at least another year but I haven't heard about it since. 

I think it's a district 2 thing, violence is normalized here differently. It's damn near domesticated here and I think I put an element of that into my fashion. How close we live with killing, it goes hand in hand with my childhood more than anything else I know does.  

And I think a part of it is shame. 

And who knows shame better than me? 

[ drag kak kak ]