Reunion
It's probably best to just let him sleep. You don't want him puking all over the bar or anything like that.
You wait for him to return rather patiently and watch with amusement as a couple of the men at the bar come onto him. He uses his hypnotizing eyes to get his wish almost immediately.
He looks your way and winks before coming back with two glasses, one tan ale and the other a clear liquid. He sets the ale before you and you sip appreciatively at the Newcastles Brown Ale as he sits across from you.
"Thank you." You say to him.
He jumps a little at you voice before nodding his head and visibly relaxing. "Even vhen I know you are there, it still frightens me," he says before leaning in close to his drink and lightly blowing air at the surface of the clear liquid.
"What did you get?" You ask.
"Hot vater." He says.
You look at him inquisitively before realizing once again how ridiculous it is for you to have nonverbal gestures in the first place. "What the hell did you get hot water for?" You ask.
"I found a tampon in the ladies room," He says, "I'm going to make tea." He reaches into his cloak and pulls out the blood soaked rag.
"That's fucking disgusting, man!" You say getting to your feet and backing off in disgust as he dips the cotton into his water allowing the red to seep into the water. You fight the urge to vomit and do your best to avoid looking at him.
Just then your friends return from outside just as Nine Inch Nails' "Closer" comes on over the juke box. They walk over to your table in slow motion, like out of some movie where all the cool people walk in slow motion when they enter the room. They reach the table and sit down, smelling like they just got back from a Snoop Dogg/Cypress Hill concert. Their eyes are glazed over like old movie monsters that just went outside to smoke pot behind a queer bar.
Dracula smiles warmly as he sips from his tea. "Velcome back" he says to them.
"What's up?" Wolfman says. "What are you drinking?"
"Blood tea. It vould appear that Frankenstein's bride is on the rag." He says.
"That may be the most disgusting thing I have ever heard anyone say in my entire fucking life, Dracula," says The Creature from the Black Lagoon.
Frankenstein rises to his feet, not looking at all pleased at the vampires' words. "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggg!!!!" He says in absolute fury.
"How do you even know it was her?" asks the Wolfman.
"Do you see any other vomen in here?" He asks, "Ve are in a queer bar. Coincidently, Franky, your bride's pussy blood tastes remarkably vell for a reanimated corpse."
"Ah! Sick, man. Sick." Wolfman says.
Frankenstein lets out a primal growl as he reaches forward and picks Dracula up out of the seat. He starts pounding his massive fist into the count's head over and over again while his bride stands by watching gratefully as her man defends her honor.
"Vhat did I say wrong?" Dracula questions during the pummeling. "Vhat the hell did I say wrong?"
Eventualy two of the more muscle bound bar flies walk over and pull Frankenstein off of Dracula. "Hey, hey. No fighting in here, fellas." One of them says.
"Unless you're fighting over me." Says the other.
The first gay walks over to Mrs. Frankenstein and looks her up and down. "Oh my God," He shrieks, "You look so good dressed up like that! I could almost swear that you don't have a cock between your legs!"
The bride of Frankenstein doesn't take to kindly to this, and she begins to pummel the shit out of the man while the rest of the bar comes in and tries break up the ensuing chaos.
It turns into a blood bath, the Wolfman going crazy as though he were rabid while Frankenstein's' wife takes on all comers. Frankenstein beats Dracula over and over with powerful punch after powerful punch until the vampire is flopping around like a rag doll. The Creature from the Black Lagoon mauls any human who comes near him while the Mummy remains unconscious on the back table. Blood spills to the floor in gallons.
You step quietly out of the bar and make your way back to the hotel. Monsters will be monsters, especially when provoked.
Come to think of it, this may have been another reason that you all stopped hanging around in the first place.
You wait for him to return rather patiently and watch with amusement as a couple of the men at the bar come onto him. He uses his hypnotizing eyes to get his wish almost immediately.
He looks your way and winks before coming back with two glasses, one tan ale and the other a clear liquid. He sets the ale before you and you sip appreciatively at the Newcastles Brown Ale as he sits across from you.
"Thank you." You say to him.
He jumps a little at you voice before nodding his head and visibly relaxing. "Even vhen I know you are there, it still frightens me," he says before leaning in close to his drink and lightly blowing air at the surface of the clear liquid.
"What did you get?" You ask.
"Hot vater." He says.
You look at him inquisitively before realizing once again how ridiculous it is for you to have nonverbal gestures in the first place. "What the hell did you get hot water for?" You ask.
"I found a tampon in the ladies room," He says, "I'm going to make tea." He reaches into his cloak and pulls out the blood soaked rag.
"That's fucking disgusting, man!" You say getting to your feet and backing off in disgust as he dips the cotton into his water allowing the red to seep into the water. You fight the urge to vomit and do your best to avoid looking at him.
Just then your friends return from outside just as Nine Inch Nails' "Closer" comes on over the juke box. They walk over to your table in slow motion, like out of some movie where all the cool people walk in slow motion when they enter the room. They reach the table and sit down, smelling like they just got back from a Snoop Dogg/Cypress Hill concert. Their eyes are glazed over like old movie monsters that just went outside to smoke pot behind a queer bar.
Dracula smiles warmly as he sips from his tea. "Velcome back" he says to them.
"What's up?" Wolfman says. "What are you drinking?"
"Blood tea. It vould appear that Frankenstein's bride is on the rag." He says.
"That may be the most disgusting thing I have ever heard anyone say in my entire fucking life, Dracula," says The Creature from the Black Lagoon.
Frankenstein rises to his feet, not looking at all pleased at the vampires' words. "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggg!!!!" He says in absolute fury.
"How do you even know it was her?" asks the Wolfman.
"Do you see any other vomen in here?" He asks, "Ve are in a queer bar. Coincidently, Franky, your bride's pussy blood tastes remarkably vell for a reanimated corpse."
"Ah! Sick, man. Sick." Wolfman says.
Frankenstein lets out a primal growl as he reaches forward and picks Dracula up out of the seat. He starts pounding his massive fist into the count's head over and over again while his bride stands by watching gratefully as her man defends her honor.
"Vhat did I say wrong?" Dracula questions during the pummeling. "Vhat the hell did I say wrong?"
Eventualy two of the more muscle bound bar flies walk over and pull Frankenstein off of Dracula. "Hey, hey. No fighting in here, fellas." One of them says.
"Unless you're fighting over me." Says the other.
The first gay walks over to Mrs. Frankenstein and looks her up and down. "Oh my God," He shrieks, "You look so good dressed up like that! I could almost swear that you don't have a cock between your legs!"
The bride of Frankenstein doesn't take to kindly to this, and she begins to pummel the shit out of the man while the rest of the bar comes in and tries break up the ensuing chaos.
It turns into a blood bath, the Wolfman going crazy as though he were rabid while Frankenstein's' wife takes on all comers. Frankenstein beats Dracula over and over with powerful punch after powerful punch until the vampire is flopping around like a rag doll. The Creature from the Black Lagoon mauls any human who comes near him while the Mummy remains unconscious on the back table. Blood spills to the floor in gallons.
You step quietly out of the bar and make your way back to the hotel. Monsters will be monsters, especially when provoked.
Come to think of it, this may have been another reason that you all stopped hanging around in the first place.
