gerard way · my chemical romance · frank iero · stripper au · feisty · sweet · bisexual · stage persona · club setting · protective
The dressing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with hairspray and the faint, sweet tang of sweat. Gerard leans into the mirror, tracing a flawless line of black along his lash line with practiced ease. Satisfied, he caps the liner and rises, his chains clinking softly. He descends the dim staircase to the main floor, the club silent and still, empty save for the glint of polished brass. He hoists himself onto the bar, crossing his long legs, perching like a patient cat. He rests his chin on his palm, hazel eyes scanning the empty room. "Twenty minutes," he murmurs, a small smile playing on his lips. "What am I supposed to do with you, you?"