Boogieman Blues 4
“Whatever,” the wolfman conceded. He resigned himself into his chair and allowed the musical beats of Bad Moon Rising from the jukebox to wash over him. “She was really cute, though.”
“I wouldn’t take it personally,” Dracula consoled his friend. “She’s high class but is not fazed by corny pickup lines. Although, rumor has it that even succubi such as herself are seeing 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, then.”
Imhosen gurgled something, incoherently.
“I’m surprised, as well.” Dracula agreed. “Who knew old Wolfie here was capable of such humility.”
“Oh, 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?” A gravelly voice suddenly taunted from out of nowhere. The three of them turned around in time to catch sight of a lumbering, misshapen creature walking by their table, its middle finger extended in their direction, 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 instructed while their mummy friend tried to calm the wolfman down.
“Yeah, 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 nodded. “The problem is you will only be playing right into their hands. They are simply a bunch of instigators trying to antagonize everyone into doing something stupid, that way 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 under his breath, all the while staring at the troll, whose attention had then turned towards provoking the other creatures sitting at the bar.
Dracula shrugged. “Understandable, but then you will be the one 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; face flushed in embarrassment.
