Boogieman Blues 3
“Your wolf counterpart is the least of your problems,” Dracula said with a smirk. Imhosen let out what could presumably be called a laugh.
“And just what do you mean by that?” The wolfman scowled at the vampire after he had elbowed his mummy friend in the ribs. But before Dracula could answer, his lycanthropic companion’s attention was suddenly fixated on a woman exiting the restroom.
“Well, hello! How did I not see her before? Who is that?”
Dracula followed his friend’s gaze to the radiant beauty with lilac tinted curls leaving the rest room, as she made her way to the corner bar.
“Her? That’s Allie Bale. She’s a succubus.”
“A succubus, huh?” A wry smile appeared on the wolfman’s face. He got up from the table without saying another word and walked over to the pallid figure now sitting on a stool at the bar.
Imhosen grumbled incoherently at Dracula, as they watched their friend strike up a conversation with the imp-fatale.
“You might be right, but, what the hell, I’ll take that bet.”
They watched him for a few minutes as he chatted with the lady, until she slapped him and threw a drink in his face.
“She could have just said no,” a wet and sulking wolfman remarked when he returned to the table, using a napkin to clean his face.
“You win, Imhosen.”
Dracula handed the mummy ten dollars.
“You guys are jerks!” The wolfman growled at them.
“What can I say, you are not her type.” Dracula took a sip from his glass. “She prefers men that are more sophisticated than yourself.”
“I only asked if being a succubus meant that she was good at sucking.”
“I rest my case,” Dracula sighed.
“Oh? And you think you would have had better luck?”
The wolfman scoffed as he balled up the napkin and tossed it at the vampire.
“It wouldn’t have mattered.” Dracula caught the wad of tissue paper before it could hit him in the face. “Succubi feed on the souls of men, which is something I severely lack.”
Imhosen chimed in with a wheeze and a few gurgled phrases.
“Dude! TMI! Your decomposing gonads are none of my business!” The wolfman chastised the living corpse in disgust.
“Don’t take your frustrations out him just because you lack any semblance of tact!” The vampire eyed the werewolf with a malevolent gaze.
“You want to say that again? You pale faced, goat sucker!” The two monsters stared at each other; both out of their seats and ready to pounce.
Imhosen moaned something that brought the pair back to their senses.
“He’s right,” Dracula sighed and sat down. “It’s unseemly to go after each other like this. We are not human, after all.”
