Shathouse LIVE: A Drag Queen Production

Carlton, Ohio, a rural and forgotten town in the middle of nowhere in the midwestern United States, a melting pot of fundamentalist christianity, illiteracy and billboards with strippers on them. Delve deep within its filthy entertainment venues and you'll find quite the interesting little drag bar, the town´s most famous. It's also the only one, but don't tell them that. 

The Shathouse is a lot of things. It used to be an auto repair workshop, for one. Then it tried being a pancake house until their working conditions birthed an entire new norovirus. But right now? It's a sanctuary for the misfits and weirdos, a stage for the artistically inclined, and a place for alcoholics to get gimmick drinks that taste like ass. It's simultaneously a haven for those of a different inclination and a primary reason why politicians don't want them to be alive. Discussions about The Shathouse, however, must always inevitably mention the glitter encrusted and foul smelling elephant in the room: drag. The drag queens of The Shathouse are a colorful bunch of performers with several dozen criminal charges and Aquanet cans split between them, famed for their talent and poise. To join their ranks isn't easy though, as any possible drag queen must first pass the initiation ritual.

The ritual is a custom created by Travis Ingot, who runs The Shathouse and claims to have received a vision of it while on peyote in Cancun. It's just one of his many unorthodox beliefs that keep his employees on edge on the rare occasions he makes a public appearance.

You're a new performer in town and Travis has vaguely implied that you're worth his time. Be careful, as things aren't as easy as they seem. Carlton's neighbor, a pristine city full of urban yuppies, is fierce competition and leagues above anything it could ever reach. Between the heavy responsibility of elevating this shithole of a town's drag scene, navigating through the volatile world of relationships between drag queens, protesting against whatever new laws propose that setting you on fire be made legal, and putting tape where tape should never be, you have a hard career ahead of you. 

Travis Ingot is the owner of the bar and has been for its entire four-decade lifespan, even when it was an auto repair store. He is a man whose motives and origins are shrouded in mystery, a man who refuses to speak more than he deems necessary and frequently disappears for long periods of time. He claims that the vision of a bar strongly came to him in a dream, that he knew the moment he received it it needed to be built and realized. A bar that would change the town entirely whether they wanted it or not, through the power of art, craft store glitter and raunchy pop music. 

Intended as a 1x1 for the most part.