Boogieman Blues 2
Gliding a slender finger across the plexiglass surface of the music box, Dracula scrolled down the list: Stealers Wheel, Eminem, Echo and the Bunnymen, along with a variety of 80s music. Settling on a song after a moment’s consideration, the vampire fed a quarter into the machine and punched in the double digit, alphanumerical code associated with his choice.
“At least you have good taste in music,” the wolfman remarked when the base cords of the song, Stuck in the Middle (with you), resonated its way out from the speakers.
“Speaking of taste, I would rather be fangs deep in the supple nape of a vestal virgin or two at the moment. But those are hard to come by these days.” Dracula sighed as he returned to his chair. “Damn humans! They have found a way to best me, yet again!”
“Don’t get too down on yourself, buddy.” The wolfman consoled his friend. “Just the other day on a hunt, some jerk wanted to know where I bought my ‘costume’ so he could give the place a ‘fair review.” He began tapping his finger on the table while his wolf-like features materialized, briefly. “I lost my appetite after that.”
Imhosen made another gurgling sound, with an undertone of a growl.
“Yeah,” the wolfman responded. “But you always have someone mistaking your loose bandages for toilet paper under a stall. You have got to get a new set of wrappings, man!”
Imhosen responded with a deep snarl and banged his fist on the table. The wolfman flinched a little.
“Jeez, okay, man! Take it easy.”
“You think that’s bad?” Gills the bartender chimed in as he came by the table to collect their empty glasses. “Ever since that fishman movie came out a couple of years ago, I have had a bunch of women wanting to have sex with me whenever I’m on the hunt for food.”
“So? What’s wrong with that?” The Wolfman’s forehead creased in his confusion.
“I’m gay.”
Everybody looked at the creature with a surprised look on their faces.
“You sure?”
Gills gave the wolfman the dirtiest look his fisheyes could muster before he walked away, as the flaps covering his gills on the side of his neck flared a little.
“Jeez! I’m just offending everybody tonight.” The wolfman threw his hands up in resignation.
“Well, it seems like the only way to scare people nowadays is to be either gay, transsexual, an ambitious woman, or a minority.” Dracula surmised as he took a sip from the freshly poured glass of sangria Imhosen had brought over to the table, earlier.
“I’ll tell you this right now, there is no way in hell that I’m going to transform into a woman to get a scare out of someone! It’s tough enough as it is just being a shapeshifting canine.” The wolfman stared deeply into his glass.
