♡ 6th Dose ♡

[itsytitsyspider]

Sender: Angel Dust
To: Everyone
Subject: Drag Night??

[A message etches across everyone’s notebook. The sender seems to be uncertain on how to start, having the first few lines written before they quickly scribble it out. Most of it being colorful language choices such as: ‘Yo Hoes’ and ‘What up sluts’. Unlike their previous entry, there were no swooping letters, or that flashy pink ink.]

Hey everyone, it's your resident spider.

I know the first time I used this thing I wasn't taking it seriously. Wasn't taking anything seriously. I wasn’t expecting to be trapped here this long. HA! Jokes on me. With how things are going, it looks like I’m going to be stuck here awhile. Figured I should start trying to find my way here so I don't go insane from sheer boredom.

Yeah yeah, I know. Took me like what? Half a year? But look… I was going through some shit stuff. Been doing some reflecting, you know? I need to rediscover me, which is weird as fuck crap?.

[There was a pause in the writing.]

SO the reason why I’m writing is cause the nightlife here still royally sucks ass balls eggs. There is that little cabaret joint in town so why not use it to host a drag show? Looking for volunteers who want to take part in performing. Drag queens, kings, and everything in between. All are welcomed.

Hit me up if you’re down.

-xoxo
Angel Dust

Comments

[itsytitsyspider]

Heh, I knew you were the right man for the job. We could host it on Valentine's Day? Frame it as a date night? Eh? EH?

Mamms would make a hot chick...

[And the thought of Mammon banging him in a dress was hot... But he would spare his brother that visual... for now.]

HA! What sack of crap are you spouting? 'I don't have the right attitude' my ass. You a frosty snow queen. Embrace your inner diva!

[angelbirth]

I wouldn't be against it. That's more than three weeks away, though, so I'll be sure to increase advertisement for it a week prior to Valentine's Day.

[ Not that that's exactly his idea of a date, but hey, it's not for him. So, he won't judge. ]

I'm serious. When the Rose Queen was welcomed at the Demon Lord's Castle, my brothers and I all had to go through rigorous training to be a perfect Dame. I could wear the heels, but I never quite got the attitude right. I was so "unrefined" that I was forced to spend hours practicing in the dining room and never got it down.

[ Which stung, given his usual adeptness. ]