Dee's POV
“Okay, so," Whitney began, putting her hands together and looking at the cast iron entrance to Beerzebub's critically. “So you won't go into a haunted house, but you'll go into Satan's playground?"
“To be honest," Saoirse said, scratching at a healing cut on her cheek courtesy of her being too friendly with the strays who liked to sometimes party near her hall's dumpster, “I kind of understand the appeal."
The side-eye was powerful on that admission.
“You would, wouldn't you?"
“It's not that bad," I said, already excited by all of the band art I could see.
What had freaked out the group was the life-sized mannequin of GWAR's Oderus Urungus propped up over the entrance in chains, his Cuttlefish of Cthulhu bobbing wantonly at promising bar hopers as it doubled as a welcome be
