The Devil's Nest, Saturday, August 17th
You'd think being deaf and having to fight off flappy, sharp-clawed Death From Above would get Bo down, but once she realized it wasn't just her and thus pretty likely to blow over whenever Fandom got bored with watching them all play charades, the upsides kicked in.
Flappy Death From Above upside: though French-kissing somebody with a foot-long prehensile tongue was nowhere near as hot as certain Dear Playbeing letters might suggest when said somebody was a spitting, slavering, monster with horrible breath whose idea of foreplay involved ripping off your head and using your heart as a Capri Sun bag, Flappy Death From Above was completely succubust-able, and just brimming with yummy, yummy chi. Three Whatevertheshithosethingswere later, Bo wasn't sure her eyes would ever stop glowing.
Deafness upside: the newest DJ arrived bearing a stack of One Direction CDs and a t-shirt that said LARRY 4EVA in glittery pink letters, and Bo and her glowy blue eyes gave exactly zero fucks.
Flappy Death From Above upside: though French-kissing somebody with a foot-long prehensile tongue was nowhere near as hot as certain Dear Playbeing letters might suggest when said somebody was a spitting, slavering, monster with horrible breath whose idea of foreplay involved ripping off your head and using your heart as a Capri Sun bag, Flappy Death From Above was completely succubust-able, and just brimming with yummy, yummy chi. Three Whatevertheshithosethingswere later, Bo wasn't sure her eyes would ever stop glowing.
Deafness upside: the newest DJ arrived bearing a stack of One Direction CDs and a t-shirt that said LARRY 4EVA in glittery pink letters, and Bo and her glowy blue eyes gave exactly zero fucks.