Diamond in the Rough
whenever I feel like shit, I just think about my fans.  They put so much love in us without even really knowing us, you know? It just like, restores my faith in humans.”
    Gemma considered Zoe’s words.  She loved her fans, but she never did get the chance to spend much time with them.  Mira and security wouldn’t allow it.
    “Let’s go down there,” Zoe said.
    “What?”
    “Let’s party with them! Your security isn’t stalking you for once, so live a little,” Zoe said, kicking her feet and dangling her leopard print heels off her toes.  “Let’s buy them a round of drinks!”
    A smile began to curl on Gemma’s red lips.  Buying a round of drinks for her fans sounded like a good time.  She was probably testing Mira’s patience, but if Mira hadn’t sent security to take her home yet, then why not take advantage? They could arrive at any second and end her fun.  They could already be there keeping an eye on her.  “Alright, let’s do it,” Gemma said.  “Quick!”
    “That’s my girl!”
     
    ~
     
    The staff at Godsend was forced to improvise.  Gemma watched the bartenders scramble to make drinks while security pushed back the rowdiest members of the crowd.  She sat on the bar top with Zoe, sipping her pomegranate martini and posing for pictures with fans.
    “QB, I was at the L.A. concert,” a bubbly fan approached Gemma.  “The one where Tyler Chase showed up and things went crazy.  I just wanted to tell you that we weren’t all trying to trample you.”
    The girl’s boyfriend spoke up.  “She was actually pushing other fans back because she knew you were in trouble!”
    Gemma cooed.  “ Aww , that’s so sweet of you! Thank you for slowing everyone down.”  She slid the amethyst ring off of her finger and placed it in the girl’s hand.  “A token of my appreciation,” she said with a wink.  She laughed at the girl’s squeals of disbelief.
    “Having fun, girly?” Zoe planted a big, wet kiss on Gemma’s cheek.
    “Ew, did you just drool on me?” Gemma asked, prompting laughter from the crowd.
    “You should be honored, bitch!” Zoe cackled.  “Don’t wipe it off, I’ll get mad.”
    “Fine.”  Gemma giggled.  She turned to look into the mirror behind the bar and saw Zoe’s coral lipstick mark decorating her cheek.
    “I like it.  Give me one,” Zoe demanded.  Without hesitation, Gemma pressed her pout against Zoe’s cheek, adorning it with her own crimson lipstick.  “ Love it,” Zoe sang.  She plucked a tube of lipstick from her purse and reapplied it to her lips, only to grab the face of a male bartender and plant a kiss on his cheek.
    “What are you do ing, psycho?” Gemma threw her head back and laughed.
    “Leaving my mark!”
    Gemma watched as Zoe continued to reapply lipstick and grace random cheeks with the print of her lips.  It didn’t take long for her to want to join in on the fun.  She fished around her clutch to find her Nars lipstick in Jungle Red.  After smearing it on her lips, she leaned forward and kissed a fan on the cheek.  Then another, and another, and another.  She tried to make a perfect pout, but Zoe kept making her laugh.  A few fans received messy lipstick marks in the shape of smiles.
    It wasn’t long before the entire bar staff and crowd wore a lipstick mark from either Gemma or Zoe.  The two girls laughed so hard they had to hold onto each other for support.  Escorted by Godsend security, they stumbled out of the club to a sea of paparazzi.  They all hollered questions while simultaneously taking pictures.  Gemma and Zoe were too overcome with giggles to answer any of them.  As they climbed into a car, a paparazzo made one last effort.  “What do you have to say about your night, ladies?”
    Gemma and Zoe looked at each other before shouting back, “ We love our fans! ”

 
    QUEEN BEE AND ZOE MERCURY: LOVE FOR THEIR FANS!
    The Pop Source
    June 21st
     
    Last night, two of the world’s biggest teen idols

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