Daniel, your profile has been verified, you have been accepted to Enrapture. We look forward to meeting you.
As yet another annoying bing bong pierces his inebriated but unconscious mind, the already agitated rapper shoots up from his dozing across the table with a gross snort, taking in his surroundings with new and sore ass eyes and a pounding headache. Why did he feel drunk but hungover all at once? The air felt stuffy when he inhaled, but stale and dry when he breathed out, making his chest swell with pain. He needed a cigarette. Slowly patting down his chest, then over the baggy side pockets of his vintage jeans, he’s only further vexed to learn he hasn’t got a damn smoke on him. “Fuck me.” He whines when that irritating ass sound probes his ears again, nearly flipping over the table when he abruptly stands in a hissy fit, the jostling sending his phone clattering to the tile below. Oh, was that it? Reaching down to snatch up the device, Daniel scowls at the new lockscreen of Loopy’s finger in his gaping mouth. That dirty ho… Always fucking with him when he was knocked out, never when he was awake… Shame. The screen sleeps then wakes again when another notification rolls in, all the previous binging and bonging coming from the same source. Some weird… Unfamiliar app telling him his application was yet to have been finished… The fuck? After some swiping and scrolling, hazy but fresh memories of a few hours ago begin looping in his foremost thoughts. He remembers whispering into Nafla’s ear… He recalls someone’s hand stroking up and down his thigh… But he doesn’t think to put two and two together until a new text briefly interrupts this “application” for Enrapture. “You’re too easy to play with, kid. Don’t break too many industry hearts.” Nafla writes… Wha- Oh. Enough sets in for a weird little grin to part his bruised lips, everything making a little bit more sense to the rapper who so easily but drunkenly proclaimed his wish to search for and find himself with other men. The message disappears as quickly as it appears, leaving him faced once more with this app of his. It’s missing one thing. Age verification… Easy enough… Huh. “I wonder if they’ll be as pretty as me…” He wonders aloud, submitting his application simultaneously. Probably not. But one could dream, right?