Reunion
You lean in close to hear whatever it is that the vampire is whispering you the Creature from the Black Lagoon. You can barely make out the whispered words above the bar noises, but from what you gather it has something to do with the type of bar you are in.
The two are laughing hystericly and walk past you to the table. You look around the bar trying to figure out what is so damned funny about the bar you are in when suddenlty it hits you.
There are no women in this bar. You are partying in a queer bar. The Mummy is a fucking fruit. You knew he was into bondage, but this is a whole new game. Maybe he didn't know, you say to yourself hoping that is the case.
You make your way back to the table shaking your head and counting your lucky stars that no one can see you. If the gays can't see you, they cannot hit on you, right?
But that's the weird thing about queers, you muse. They have the stereotype of being ultra aggresive sexual beasts when the reality is that they simply have an alternate preference than the majority of people. It is, in actuality, your lack of a comfort level with your own sexuality that makes you uncomfortable to be around them. You fear that they will hit on you, but isn't it really the same as an ugly bitch hitting on you? You just turn them down, right? No, you realise, it is not exactly the same. Gays have dicks, ugly chicks, no matter how ugly, still have vaginas.
But no one hits on you anyway. You're invisible.
You are seriously weirded out now, and as you look subconciously towards the exit you notice a trio of short people walking into the bar. You do a double take and realise that they are children. Children should not be in a bar! Especially not this type of bar! You do a triple take and realise that these are no ordinary children; these are the Children of the Damned. Alien bastards implanted in the wombs of innocent women.
These kids seriously freak you out. You are thankful that they also cannot see you, being invisible has more advantages that locker room access.
You look to the exit again as the children make their way to the bar. You want desperately to escape the presence of these creepy fucking kids. Vampires and werewolves you can deal with. But alien halfbreed children are another story, in another book, in a whole 'nother section of the fucking library.
Perhaps this would be a good time to exit?
The two are laughing hystericly and walk past you to the table. You look around the bar trying to figure out what is so damned funny about the bar you are in when suddenlty it hits you.
There are no women in this bar. You are partying in a queer bar. The Mummy is a fucking fruit. You knew he was into bondage, but this is a whole new game. Maybe he didn't know, you say to yourself hoping that is the case.
You make your way back to the table shaking your head and counting your lucky stars that no one can see you. If the gays can't see you, they cannot hit on you, right?
But that's the weird thing about queers, you muse. They have the stereotype of being ultra aggresive sexual beasts when the reality is that they simply have an alternate preference than the majority of people. It is, in actuality, your lack of a comfort level with your own sexuality that makes you uncomfortable to be around them. You fear that they will hit on you, but isn't it really the same as an ugly bitch hitting on you? You just turn them down, right? No, you realise, it is not exactly the same. Gays have dicks, ugly chicks, no matter how ugly, still have vaginas.
But no one hits on you anyway. You're invisible.
You are seriously weirded out now, and as you look subconciously towards the exit you notice a trio of short people walking into the bar. You do a double take and realise that they are children. Children should not be in a bar! Especially not this type of bar! You do a triple take and realise that these are no ordinary children; these are the Children of the Damned. Alien bastards implanted in the wombs of innocent women.
These kids seriously freak you out. You are thankful that they also cannot see you, being invisible has more advantages that locker room access.
You look to the exit again as the children make their way to the bar. You want desperately to escape the presence of these creepy fucking kids. Vampires and werewolves you can deal with. But alien halfbreed children are another story, in another book, in a whole 'nother section of the fucking library.
Perhaps this would be a good time to exit?