>>6040861>>6041372>show Annabel the Rejection Letter etc...>show Annabel your gruesome corpse art murder photo (QM: patience, wait for timing on this one)
By the red glare emanating from the thudding walls of the Dead Mall, in the long and undiminished waiting line for the Red Masque rave, Annabel most certainly does not seem impressed. Without even looking at your Rejection Letter, and curling her lips in a derisive and cruel half-smile, Annabel mocks you:
-So, sweetie, you received... one rejection? And that has broken your heart? Why I- Natalie, don't you agree, this has got to be the worst flirting attempt we have ever heard. First you try some negative pickup artist line on me, demeaning and insulting me, like I am only good enough for exhibiting my body for weirdos on the internet, and next you try this, to earn my sympathy? You really think this will work? What do you think, Natalie? Is this loser making you breathless, driving you wild with desire?
Natalie has read your Rejection Letter. Your show of vulnerability has made her feel a little more sympathetic to you. She still looks very uncomfortable from the oppressive humidity and overall ambience of the rave:
-I think... you should ease up on him, Annabel. I... really need some air, I think we really need to just all go outside and cool down. Just step outside for a moment, this massive line isn't moving at all, we can hear the music echoing all the way already from out here, it is so loud and hot and unbearable. Please, Annabel, the party isn't going anywhere. Can we all just step outside for a moment and catch our breath and cool down?
