Boogieman Blues 2
Gliding a slender finger across the plexiglass face 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 the vampire fed a quarter into the machine and punched in the double digit, alphanumerical code.
“At least you have good tastes in music,” the wolfman remarked, when the base cords of Stuck in the Middle (with you) resonated its way out from the speakers.
“Speaking of tastes, I would rather be fang deep in the supple nape of a vestal virgin or two at the moment, but those are hard to come by nowadays.” 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 just wanted to know where I got my ‘costume’ from, 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 undertones of a growl.
“Yeah, but you always have someone mistaking your wrapping for toilet paper under a stall. You have got to get a new set of bandages, man!”
Imhosen responded with a deep snarl and banged his fist on the table, which made the wolfman flinch 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 whenever I’m searching for food.”
“So? What’s wrong with that?”
“I’m Gay.”
Everybody looked at the creature with a surprised look on their faces.
“You sure?”
Gills gave the wolfman the dirtiest look that his fisheyes could muster before he walked away, as the gills on the side of his neck flared a little.
“Jeez! I’m just offending everybody tonight.”
“Well it seems like the only way to scare people nowadays is to be either gay, a transsexual, an ambitious woman, or a minority.” Dracula surmised as he took a sip of his sangria.
“I’ll tell you this right now, there is no way in hell I’m transforming into a woman to get a scare out of someone! It’s tough as it is just being a shapeshifting wolf.” The wolfman stared deeply into his glass.
