What to do when staring down an angry mob of twinks?
“What kind of asshole test is that?” Aggressor twink put his hands on his hips.
Apparently by not telling them they passed the platinum star test since they found pussy so repulsive. Jerks. Just because it wasn’t what they were attracted to didn’t mean they had to rip Evelyn apart. Cooper frowned. The twink’s hip jutting and squinted eyes were probably some kind of flag.
Like a retreat as fast as possible from the scene in question.
Too bad Cooper had no possible retreat since he was surrounded on all sides.
Evelyn clung to the back of his shirt, not to mention Ross, the two using Cooper as a shield. Thanks. Real supportive coworkers, these two.
“Listen, I get you’re mad—” Cooper began but was cut off by a snort.
Aggressor twink rolled his eyes. “We don’t need bitches like her.”
“You’re the only bitch here,” Evelyn shot, still cowering in safety.
“Please, stop.” Cooper glanced over his shoulder. “Just say you’re sorry so we can go.”
Twink laughed. “Run along, kiddies, with your tail between your legs. Like the pups you are.”
“Says the dog who shakes their ass like a dog in heat,” Evelyn spat. “Ready to get bred.”
“You fucking cunt!”
The next few minutes were a blur of terror, chaos, and self-defensive moves meant for personal areas Cooper rather wished people would let alone. A fist got too close to his face while a knee made a close shave near his nuts. Yells, screams, and bodies moved on masse. Hands grabbed at his shirt, pants, and arms—almost all trying to reach past him.
More than enough hit close to home. Too close. A light-headedness consumed Cooper, causing dizziness and his stomach to turn.
But no matter how pissed Copper was at Evelyn, he wouldn’t let a gang of people beat the shit out of her. No one deserved that. No one.
A fist connected with Cooper’s stomach then his left ear got boxed. Ringing joined the queasiness. He pushed forward, ducking, blocking where he could until he erupted out of the angry clubber’s bait ball.
Several staff looked on, money exchanging hands. A few of them seemed rather perturbed Cooper was standing if their expressions were anything to go by. He shrugged. Being big did have momentum going for him.
Before Cooper could make it away from the mass of people, though, a hand drug him back in.
“Get me out of here!” Evelyn yelled in his ear. The demanding request followed by a punch to his kidneys.
Cooper flinched, ducking his head and biting back the nausea.
“What is wrong with you? Move your big ass!” Evelyn pushed insistently at his back. “This place sucks. No fucking respect. The assholes. At least you’re not like their sort.”
It was Cooper could do to stand. To not keel over and end up trampled in the throng. Evelyn grabbed his arm, wracking Cooper with a shudder. Repulsion swept through him as his stomach pulsated with the need to throw up. But he pushed it all down. Had to. All he wanted was home, his bed, and if getting Evelyn out of Stubby’s then that was what he’d do.
They slithered between bodies, arms and legs only to pop out on the side facing the DJ. How did that even happen? Cooper glanced over the crowd and saw the staff to their left, exchanging money—most likely anyway by the hand movements—again.
Though a couple bigger bruisers, the bouncers had waded into the club. With no music playing the mad shouts and curses were all that was left of the evening. Harlan was in the middle of the bait ball, trying hard to separate Ross from an angry clubbed who had him in a headlock. The moment the bouncers decided to take action and wade into the crowd, Cooper must have made a face or something because Evelyn pulled on his arm.
“Time to go.”
“What about Ross?” Cooper asked.
“He's a big boy who can handle himself.”
“You brought him here.”
“And now I'm leaving him here.”
God. How did Cooper attract people like her? Was there a sign on his forehead? Was there something wrong with him?
A big whistle rose above the noise, everyone clapping their hands to their ears, including Cooper. When he tested the waters and let go, silence had descended upon the club again. Bouncers were separating people and moving them toward the doors. Harlan had Ross by the cuff and was searching the room with his eyes.
Instinctually maybe, or possibly because Cooper was a huge, stupid idiot, he raised his hand. Harlan’s searching halted and he pulled up, dragging Ross in their direction. A punch hit Cooper square in his kidneys.
“What are you doing?” Evelyn hissed.
“You slut!” Aggressor twink had reemerged from the fray. And of course, by them.
Evelyn lunged for the asshole, but Cooper managed to get ahold of her and pull her away as Harlan pulled up with Ross, let go, and grabbed the twink.
The two hissed and threw more insults at each other until one of the larger bouncers came over and asked, “You wan’ me to toss ‘em, Harlan?”
Evelyn and the twink sagged in Cooper’s and Harlan’a holds.
“No, they're not going to make more trouble, are they?”
They shook their heads.
“All of you, fork over your IDs,” Harlan continued. And once they complied, he asked the bouncer to photocopy them. “All of you are banned.”
“What?” Evelyn and the twink shrieked.
The two would have make the best of friends if they weren't already enemies.
“I mean it. You guys show up again, staff will call the cops, no questions asked,” Harlan continued. He dipped his head toward their group when the bouncer came back and held up their IDs. “Now, I'm going to take—” he glanced at the twink’s license. “Donny, here, outside. Give me a five minute start Terrell.”
“Sure thing,” the bouncer answered and turned to face Cooper and his coworkers.
The sounds of protest from Donny echoed in the club as he was escorted out. Cooper reveled in the empty silence that followed his ejection. So much so he almost forgot he had Evelyn held up against him. Well, actually, he had forgotten until she rubbed her ass against his crotch.
“What the!” Cooper let go of Evelyn post-hast.
Laughter, her ‘happy-me’ giggling, resonated in the empty space. Had a killer-clown quality to it really. Creepy as fuck. She turned to face him, but luckily Terrell motioned for them to follow him to the door. Cooper fell in line with a quick step and refused to look behind him. In his head he chanted a reminder Evelyn could not hurt him. They were leaving. And he'd be home soon enough.
When they got to the car, Terrell about twenty paces away, Evelyn stopped Cooper from ducking into the car.
“What?” he asked none-too-politely. Cooper had no patience left, especially not for her.
“That twink what you like? Femmes like him?” Evelyn let her head fall back and smiled up at him. “You know, all you have to do is say the word.”
Harlan stood across the lot, next to a black BMW Donny was getting in. He was waving, asking for Cooper to wait up a minute.
“We are not waiting on that asshole,” Evelyn said. One of her hands started moving up and down Cooper’s flank.
“Harlan's not an asshole.” He tried to take a step back but bumped into the car.
Ross shouted. “Let’s go!”
Evelyn sneered at the car. “As I was saying, if you want to give girls a go, say the word.”
“Again, excuse me?”
“I saw the way you looked at Donny. I'm just saying if you're ever questioning about how it works with a girl, you can give me a go. Because I think you look at me like that sometimes. So if you need someone to fuck, I'm a much better choice than that dog.”
Nope. Cooper really didn't follow. Didn’t want to know how she equated disgust with the lack of humaning properly to come hither looks. The sneak peak into her thought process was down-right frightening.
“Never know until you try it.”
“Actually, I have. And I would never sleep with you.”
The silence should've been warning enough, but the strangled fury with Evelyn’s question, “you’ve fucked a girl before?” did have warning bells going off in Cooper’s sleep-addled brain.
“Being bisexual, I do know what I am attracted to in both men and women, and you and Donny are definitely not it.”
The fury in her growl set Cooper’s hair on end. Shit for foot to mouth fuck ups. That was the cake.
Harlan called out, jogging up from a few yards away. “Hey, Cooper, before—”
“You fucking lying bastard!” Evelyn yelled.
Cooper didn't see her fist, only felt it when it connected to his jaw.
* * * * *
The cab ride home felt like the longest in history. Maybe it had something to do with the black eye and sore stomach, and well, several other sore areas on Cooper's personage. He prodded the swollen flesh on his face, letting out a hiss. Shit. That totally hurt.
"You all right?" the cabbie asked.
"Yeah, or, I will be once I get home."
"You sure you don't want me to take you to the emergency room?" The man's eyes met Cooper's in the rearview mirror.
He shook his head. "Just gonna stand under a long hot shower then crawl in bed for a quick nap. That should do it for me. Probably."
The cabbie shrugged, but his eyes flicked back to Cooper's face again before going back to the road.
"I'm really okay." He prodded his eye again. Ow.
"Definitely a shiner you got there. You piss off some girl's boyfriend?"
"Nah, I pissed off the girl."
The cabbie laughed, slapping his hand against the wheel. "Boy, you are in trouble. Girls fight dirty, and they are way more scary in a fight."
"Yes. Yes, they are."
The cabbie shook his head, smiled, and laughed one more time before letting the conversation drop. Cooper was eternally grateful for that small piece of grace. Exhaustion clung to him, and all he really wanted was his bed. To be alone—without any surprises or angry people mobbing him. Or Evelyn.
Speaking of the witch, Cooper rubbed his sore jaw. Who knew she could pack such a powerful punch? Not him, that's for sure. He would've moved out of the way.
When Evelyn screeched and swung at him, pure shock kept him rooted to the spot in the parking lot, allowing her to get a solid punch in Then all Hell broke loose. Harlan waded in and it got worse from there.
Cooper never, ever wanted to set foot in Stubby's again. Luckily, it seemed he was barred for life. As were Evelyn and Ross. The damn little aggressor twink managed to get blacklisted too. Those punishments, honestly, Cooper could live with.
A hand shook him. Cooper blinked, jerking instinctively. When had his eyes closed? The cabbie stood next to him, door open, the lines on his face crinkled, and a frown forming on his lips. Behind the man, Cooper's apartment complex loomed up in the darkness. Guess they still haven't fixed the lights.
"You sure you're all right, kid?" He took his hand off Cooper, but didn't step back.
"Just tired. Working too many hours and, and… stuff. Tonight didn't help."
"I know how that goes."
"Yeah. How much?" Cooper reached for his wallet.
"Don't worry about it."
"I was about to go off shift anyway."
Cooper rubbed his head. "You sure?"
The cabbie nodded. "Everyone needs a break sometimes."
"Thanks, uh, Mr.—" Cooper glanced for the taxi diver identification card. "Hamilton."
Mr. Hamilton smiled and offered him a hand. Cooper took it and hauled himself out of the cab. He thanked the cabbie one more time, taking the business card offered to him, and promised to call if he changed his mind about the emergency room.
He probably looked like dogshit, but, really though, it wasn't too bad. Not enough for a doctor anyway. Cooper didn't need those bills.
Down the dark path between the old brick apartment buildings Cooper trudged. It took Cooper every ounce of energy and willpower he had to put one foot in front of the other. But he managed to make it to his door and into bed. Sort of. Laying across the bed with his clothes on still counted. He'd deal with everything else when he had more energy. Right now, Cooper just needed some sleep.
The fallout at the cafe, his clothes, Evelyn and Ross, and all that shit, could wait another day.
Except his mind wouldn't let him calm down. The tumultuous emotions of the night getting the better of Cooper. He needed to find a way to calm down. So he did the one thing his frazzled mind could. He called Jo. She would know the right thing to say without asking. They could talk about anything and everything, and by the time they were done, Cooper would be able to let go of the disastrous night.
“Cooper? Everything okay?” she asked in way of answering. The words slurred together, her voice soft with sleep.
“Shit. What time is it?”
“Don't worry about it,” Jo replied. “Sleep is for androids and puppies.”
Cooper chuckled. This was friendship.
A wary sheen glistened off the lights as the day wound down. Less customers had trickled in, wanting their sugar-filled coffee on steroids, and less writers took up the overstuffed chairs. At least, not the regular writing crew Cooper recognized who were always hunched over their laptops typing furiously away at god knows what kind of story. There had been some interesting ones—those stories. Some funny. Some not. Some he’d rather forget.
Cooper still shuddered every time he passed the graveyard over on Cherry Tree Lane.
The guy in the corner of the shop didn't seem to be one of the writerly types. Not yet. No tell tale signs of caffeine lackage, or cramped fingers needing a break. The poochy, twenty-something fella did a lot of furious clicking though. Cooper desperately hoped the guy was some sort of gamer. He didn't want to find out what else the customer might be doing with the cafe's internet. Cooper's lip curled at the thought of less than desirable possibilities. Some nasty shit went down a couple of times, internet stuff that involved the cops, and Cooper hated calling the cops.
Free WiFi and its wonders, attracting all the weirdoes out of the woodworks and giving them an external respite to drive everyone else bonkers.
A quick glance to his watch set Cooper roaming about the store, letting the few remaining customers know they were closing in five minutes. Several head nods were given along with one 'give me a sec' later before the flurry of packing began among the regulars. The not-so-regulars, well they, of course, were chatting away, not caring how long they kept the staff. They were also the ones who ignored Cooper when he went around picking up their plates and cups.
Manners. So twentieth century, yeah?
When the regulars left, Cooper locked the doors and began a wipe down of the counters while Ross did spot check of the shelves. The one group of adults got up and asked to be let out, but a group of teenagers and corner mystery man didn't show any signs of moving. He signaled to Ross to start cleaning up the equipment. Dumping the coffee usually did the trick for getting rid of any unwanted stragglers.
Cooper hit the music, thankful for a small respite. But the sloshing sound of coffee dumpage quickly replaced the silence. The kids' heads all popped up, their eyes squinting in a creepy ‘Children of the Corn’ kind of way. Head tilt and everything.
"You closing?" asked the one with the purple sweater.
"Been closed," Cooper answered. "If you guys don't mind heading out so we can clean up for the morning crew, we'd appreciate it."
A chorus of 'sorrys' went up and the teens began to gather themselves up. Apparently, it was a process. Cooper meandered over to the pooch guy, wiping tables and checking the bar station as he went. Finally, when the kids were getting their coats on, Cooper went up to the man's table.
"Can I take your cup, sir?"
"No, I—" The guy looked up, blinking rapidly. He glanced around the store. "Have you closed?"
"Oh, I, uh, can I use the restroom before I go?" he asked as he closed his computer immediately and packed up.
"Is the PADS location at the church on Cedar?"
"Uhh…" Cooper had no idea what "pads" were, besides feminine hygiene products.
"P. A. D. S. The local homeless shelter for the night," explained the man.
"Oh, uh." The guy was homeless? "The is a church on Cedar. We also have the First Methodists over on Fifth if it's not at that one. You could check there."
Cooper peered over his shoulder. The group of kids were waiting at the door.
"Can you let us out?"
"Uh—" He needed all of them gone.
"I'll be right back. Just hold the door." The poochy tummy guy headed toward the bathroom.
Cooper sighed and went to the store front. He flipped the top lock, turned the center, and pulled the floor bolt on the door. He almost got trampled in the rush to leave but managed to jump out of the way. The teens filtered out, thanking him, one apologizing for keeping him and Ross.
Okay, so they weren't all bad.
Stretching as he stood back up, Coopers knuckles grazed the low ceiling of the doorway. Damn. Exhaustion curled its way around him like a boa constrictor and wouldn't let go. Rubbing furiously over his short blond hair, Cooper tried to wake up. Only another half hour and he could go home, pass out for a few blessed hours.
He let out a sigh and turned, jumping back because poochy guy was right there. Like right there. As in right in front of him. God, his heart jumped.
"Thanks for use of the bathroom." The dude didn't look homeless. His clothes were nice and he had a computer, but then, what did Cooper know?
He shrugged, fidgeting with his fingernails. "No problem."
Poochy went out the door and pulled his jacket close. His face became pensive as he looked up and down the street before taking off. If he was homeless, Cooper hope he found the PADS place he talked about. The temps were supposed to nose dive into the twenties tonight.
"Hey, Coop. You gonna help close or what?" Ross yelled.
"Don't get your underwear in a bunch," he called back. "Just closing the damn door!"
Cooper reached for the top lock, stopping mid-reach. Evelyn stood on the other side of the door, waving at him.
What did she want? She stood back and he popped the door open.
"You need to check next week's schedule?" He hoped that was all she wanted. He really, truly hoped.
"Oh, no, I'm here for you," she said brightly and wondered in. "I'll help you close."
Why? "No need."
"It's not a problem. I have nothing better to do," she said as she began stacking chairs.
"Let her help," Ross said from behind the counter. "The quicker we close, the quicker we get out."
Evelyn smiled. "Besides, why wouldn't you want your favorite Fag Hag around?"
"Who even uses that anymore?" Good god. And no, just no. He shook his head, frowning, but Evelyn and Ross just laughed anyway.
And then just to prove what a lovely, wonderful person she was, Evelyn picked up the damn broom.
“After we finish here, I’ll take you boys out for a good ole time.”
“No, thanks,” Cooper answered, then got bumped on the back of the head. He turned, rubbing the spot. “What?”
Ross gave a small shake of his head.
Cooper mouthed “what” again.
“Sounds like a great plan, Evie,” Ross said. “We’d love to go.”
No, no. Cooper had plans for his bed. But Ross gave Cooper a pleading look.
“You can just go with her,” Cooper hissed.
“She won’t go without you,” Ross whispered back.
The two of them were up to something, and this was so not his problem. If Ross wanted to go out and have fun, he could manage on his own. No Cooper needed.
The broom banged against the glass, making them both jump and turn toward Evelyn. She bounced up next to Cooper and looped her arm through his. “We are going to have a blast.”
Oh god no.
* * * * *
Music thrummed all around Cooper. Energy flowed with the beat of the lights. Bodies swayed and twirled. People's shouts barely registered but he saw mouths moving. How did anyone ever converse in such an environment?
Of course, Cooper was still trying to figure out how he ended up here in the first place. And why he was dancing. That seemed important to figure out so it didn't happen again.
Cooper nearly toppled over when a mass of limbs, and probably people too, trampled past. How had he end up on the dance floor?
What Cooper really needed—and not the boozy, sweaty smell of other people—was his bed.
Cooper yawned and rubbed his eyes. He looked around for Evelyn and Ross. The two of them ditched him the moment they walked into Stubby's. If he ever wanted to leave, he needed to find those two miscreants again. He had no luck in spotting them though. One would think it'd be easier to spot a curly red head woman fawning all over gay guys and an amused looking het teasing the gay boys.
Bodies moved together. And much like helpless piece of sand caught in an undercurrent, Cooper went with it.
Someone's hands grabbed his ass. Another pair groped his chest.
Cooper jumped when a hand went his pocket and made a grab for his dick. "Jesus!"
Nope. Definitely nope.
He shook "Handsy" off and made a push for the bar; its neon sign a beacon in the dark. He curved and twisted and slid his way through the bodies like a snake through water. He hoped.
Cooper was about five feet from the bar when he got caught in another tidal wave of people.
"Holy shit! Whoa! Watch the hands!" Cooper yelped, jumping away from a particularly aggressive pint sized guy.
The twink—in a flashy tank top and skinny jeans no less—smiled at him. "I'm pretty sure my hands were doing exactly—"
"No," Cooper said, cutting the guy off. "No, they weren't."
The hands were totally not invited to the party. Maybe the bar, but not Cooper’s pants. There was no party there. He turned around and pushed through the bodies. Cooper lunged, and made a desperate grab at the counter. A cheer almost escaped when he managed to hang on and pull himself upright. He leaned against the hard pillar of humanity, sighing in relief.
A bartender wearing more make-up than Evelyn winked at Cooper.
"Congratulations," the man said.
"For making it to the counter." The man smiled. A flash of brilliance in an otherwise cesspool of deprivation. "You looked like you might get trampled so we had a bet going." He nodded his head toward another bartender. "I put five bucks down on you surviving the masses."
"Thanks for your vote of confidence," Cooper answered dryly. He looked for a name. A bright red star on the guy's suspenders said "Harlan". The guy was too damn chipper standing there and smiling at him. Cooper frowned.
Harlan shrugged. "You don't look like a club kinda type but your size helps you."
Cooper grunted. Sometimes. Not fucking tonight.
"Unlike the red head over there." Harlan gestured to the right of Cooper. "She's a natural born clubber. Those poor guys she's got hooked have nothin' on her. Too bad for them and her it's a gay bar."
Oh, please no. The world couldn't be so cruel. But honestly, how many red headed females were in Stubby's tonight?
"She's violating those poor guys."
"Oh yes," Harlan answered. He chuckled softly, leaving behind a small grin. A nice look for Satan reincarnated. "The idiot who brought her here better rein her in soon."
Cooper groaned then put his head on the counter. He thumped it a few times.
"You brought her?"
"No!" Cooper turned his head, then side-eyeing Harlan. "She dragged me. All I wanted to do was go home and crawl in bed."
Harlan's attention went back to where Evelyn was dancing. "Shit."
Cooper really didn't want to look. He shouldn't look. Maybe he could find a cab and go home. But then Ross and Evelyn would tell everyone at worked he ditched them. No. Wait. The situation might be salvageable. He can say he lost them in the crowd and had to hoof it home. Yeah. He could turn this around. Pretend he didn't know her before things exploded.
A round of shouts went up drowning out the music. Harlan shook his head before he turned his gaze on Cooper.
"You poor fuckin' bastard. You'll be lucky to get out of here unscathed. That is one pissed off group of twinks."
Cooper pushed through the crowd, fuming, hating every moment. Somehow he would find a way to make Evelyn pay for this bullshitery. If she had just listened to him in the first place, a mob of angry twinks wouldn't be pulling her clothes and pushing her around.
But no, Evelyn had to be that girl. The gay guy's girl BFF, helping them get laid and lament over whatever guy broke their heart. No fucking thanks. He didn't ask, she shouldn't have assumed.
One more push and he'd be able to reach her. She so fucking owed him. Maybe she would quit the cafe. No. Good luck with that fantasy.
"You really want to save her?"
Cooper jerked back and glanced to his right. Harlan stood next to him. So the bartender wanted front-side seating or was he worried about the crowd? Harlan bent his head, indicating the direction of the mob.
"You may never be able to set foot in here again if you claim her."
Now that had some merit to it. "I'm okay with that. This isn't my scene."
Harlan gave Cooper a look he didn't understand, but it was quickly followed by a shrug and Harlan gave a curt nod. "If that's how you want it."
"I just want my bed."
"That I can help you with."
Cooper had no clue what the bartender intended until he cupped his hands to his mouth. Like that would really work. Harlan shouted, which caused the mass of gyrating bodies separate like the Red Sea.
"Neat trick. Mind teaching me sometime? I could use it at closing time at the cafe."
"The Jolt . Over on Maple."
"Huh. Well, only if you promise to come back—without her." Harlan pointed to Evelyn.
"Trust me. She and I will be having a long talk after this."
Harlan pressed against Cooper. His head dipped and brought him so close his mouth touched Cooper's ear. "Think she'll listen?"
"Didn't think so."
Harlan moved in front of Cooper and led them into the angry ball of twinks. Evelyn was surrounded from every side, but somehow she managed to come off as the most menacing. Like a dog gone mad.
Evelyn had one hand on her hair, holding it from being pulled on by one of the guys, while the other held the front of her shirt to her chest. Swears, threats, and the occasional kick, each promising to do the twinks more bodily harm came from her. She twisted and turned, her voice sometimes matching the wails in the music.
Harlan put two fingers in his mouth and whistled, loud and long. Immediately hands clapped to people's ears, including Cooper's. Goddamn that was loud.
"All right guys. No need to give us a bad name. Let the girl go."
Shouts from every which way went up.
"The cunt started it!"
"She's feeling up every single guy here!"
"Her hand went down my pants after I told her to back off!"
"Bitch ground up against me and grabbed my junk."
"She pushed everyone off Alan and refused to let go of him when he told to her to take a hike!"
Cooper edged back a step then two. Maybe he could still make it to the door. But the look that Harlan gave him said otherwise. Indeed, a circle had formed around them when he wasn't paying attention.
Ross pushed into the opening. "Evelyn!" Then proceeded to almost run Cooper over as he slid in front of her. "You all right?"
Every twink involved in the spat turned and glared at him.
Better him than me.
Cooper felt absolutely no remorse when the crowd surged toward Ross. Voices rose again, the guys turning on a more favorable target
"Why did you bring that bitch here?"
"Stubby's don't need pussy like hers!"
Ross put his hands up and took a few steps back. "It was her idea. She wanted to give Cooper a good time."
The crowd stopped in their assault. A few of them looked around, probably trying to spot Cooper. He flinched when one of them made eye contact. It was the persistent twink he fought off earlier.
Unfortunately, he was. Cooper sighed and nodded his head in defeat, letting out a long "yeah."
The twink pointed a thumb at Evelyn. "Get your bitch outta here."
She yelled, "I am not a bitch, you pint sized little shit!"
The music stopped. When had the music stopped? A small murmur went through the crowd. The aggressive little twink and Evelyn squared off. Yes, indeed. The night was about to get worse.
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