Boogieman Blues 4
“Whatever,” the wolfman said, as he resigned himself into his seat and allowed the notes of Bad Moon Rising from the jukebox to wash over him. “She was really cute, though.”
“I wouldn’t take it personally,” Dracula told his friend. “She’s high class but is not usually phased by corny pickup lines, although, rumor has it that even succubus such as herself are seeing some hard times lately. With everything going on in the human realm, accusations being flung around like a fecal balloon fight, a lot of people are hesitant to make a move on somebody or reciprocate any advances made towards them. So, she might be frustrated from hunger, maybe?”
“Well that sucks.” The wolfman paused for a second. “I guess I should apologize the next time I see her.”
Imhosen gurgled something.
“I’m surprised, as well,” Dracula agreed. “Who knew old Wolfie here was capable of such humility.”
“Oh, just shut up, the both of you.” The wolfman smirked as he took a swig of his beer.
“You guys are a bunch of queers, you know that?”
The three of them turned around to catch sight of a lumbering, misshapen creature walk by their table; giving them the middle finger, before strolling up to the counter bar. The wolfman was about to jump from his seat to give the interloper the beating of a lifetime, but Imhosen placed a bandaged hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t feed the trolls.” Dracula said while their mummy friend tried to calm the wolfman down.
“I know but it’s those assholes that keep feeding fuel to the fire! Someone needs to shove their heads up their own asses at some point.”
“I can’t say that I disagree with you.” Dracula said. “The problem is you will just be playing right into their hands. They are just a bunch of instigators trying to antagonize everyone into doing something stupid so they could feel good about themselves. We should pity them, really.”
“I would rather pity them with a couple of sympathy punches.” The wolfman scowled, all the while staring at the troll, whose attention was then turned to provoking the creatures sitting at the bar.
“Understandable, but then you will end up looking like the asshole. They have an uncanny way of twisting the truth. You got to be the bigger man and beat them at their own game.”
The wolfman thought about it for a moment.
“If we’re the queers, then why are you getting all touchy-feely on Gills over there?” The wolfman shouted over the music at the troll, whom was in the middle of poking a finger at the bartender. The decrepit little creature looked confused for a moment, before it made its way out of the establishment; it’s face flushed in embarrassment.
