WHO: Michaela Jones and Arthur a Bland WHEN: Wednesday evening WHERE: Her place WHAT: Just cuteness WARNINGS: TBA
Packing to go on a drag tour was an art in and of itself. Michaela had asked Art over to spend some time with her before she and Iestyn ventured out that weekend to commence their little east coast tour. But now she was just stuck in her drag closet, frantically trying to find a red wig that she needed for the third number, and it was somehow mysteriously not in it's correct place. "Where the fuck is anything!" she hissed at her rack of dresses, which didn't answer.
She stuck her head out of the closet to smile apologetically at her boyfriend. "Art, I'm so sorry! At least there's wine? Or you could come in here and give me some more eyes?" Seriously, she needed that red wig!