"I say fuck them all. Screw family. Who needs it?" Bigby shrugs his shoulders, leaning against the wall now. He still contemplates just running away but his Dad is pretty powerful. The last thing he wants to do is to be hauled back onto the doorstep like a stray dog.

A drag pageant? You must be out of your fucking mind, Rand. Bigby doesn't do drag.

"Sign me up and I'll burn the stage accidentally," Bigby says with little emotion. "But you, yeah man, I'll come see you in the pageant. Don't get any funny ideas, though. I've got a reputation."