“She’s not mean, she’s authoritative. Don’t even get me started on that hot zaddy that’s running your realm,” I say, biting my knuckles and leaning back in my chair. “It’s official. I want to live in Cupidale.”
Death and Mors look at me with uniformed, shocked looks, and I shrug at them.
“What? Sorry, I’m not a mopey asshole like the two of you. Have you had their food? It’s fucking delicious. Plus, where else can you walk around and just casually see people fucking outside mid-day? Cupidale is the shit.”
“Cupidale is the shit,” Love says in agreement, even if she’s still irritated with me.
“Do you not want to live in Purgatory?” Death asks, his question clearly laced in fear. I can only picture the looming, moody reaper roaming miserably through the pink cobblestone streets. The imagery makes me smile at his expense.
Love gives her boyfriend a smile and shakes her head. “No, baby. Purgatory is great too. I love living here with you. But Cupidale is pretty spectacular.”
“So rewind,” Juliet says. “You’re into Ladybird and the Head Cupid?”
“I’d literally let them destroy me,” I say, clutching my hand to my chest, and Love sighs in frustration.
“You agreed to help me with this event, Gloom.”
“And you agreed to find me true love. It’s taken for fucking ever?—”
“It’s been a year. People wait lifetimes, sometimes even multiple, to find their true love,” Love interrupts, exacerbated.
“Yeah, well, for the last year I’ve gotten to watch you four assholes be madly in love. Excuse me for being bitter.”
Love rubs her forehead with the palm of her hand.
“You reapers are so fucking needy. I’m going to take a hotter than hell bath. We can talk about this tomorrow. The event comes first, Gloom.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I reply as Death and Love head back to their apartment.
As soon as I can see that they’re out of earshot, I turn and face Mors and Juliet, more so looking at the curly haired cupid who’s finally come into her own.
“Tell me everything you know about Ladybird and Cupio.”
Mors glares at me, but her girlfriend tells me everything she knows.
Fuck this event.
I’m about to be a part of the hottest cupid sandwich I could have ever dreamed up.
Love brings me to a restaurant in Cupidale called L&T.
“What does L&T stand for?”
“It’s Lady and the Tramp themed,” Love says, bringing out her bright pink folder filled with information about the event.
“I would not mind something long and hard between me and Ladybird,” I say and she sighs and pinches her nose.
“Let me get through the talking points and then I’ll be the perfect wing-woman.”
“Will you pop out your pretty pink wings to mean it literally?” I ask and she rolls her eyes at me, but smiles.
“You’re lucky I find you so charming, Gloom.”
I smile at her. “Whoever named me when I became a reaper should serve jail time.“
“Just keep it in your pants until I’m done talking about the event.”
I hold up my hand like I’m taking an oath. “I promise.”
