A puff of fluff

Club Pearl

It wasn't much of a bad walk over to the club. Just a bunch of prostitutes walking around, drug addicts, casual joggers, a few gay couples. Hell, even homeless. I kept my head down and continued to walk, not acknowledging the ones who pass by me, knowing they won't bother me, until I bump into them by accident.

I'm halfway there, and already, chaos started in the middle of the streets. It's about a protest. I haven't stuck around long enough to know what it was all about, and frankly, I didn't care once-or-ever. I didn't want my ass to get included, because with a protest that's going on over there, you'd bet that officers and swat members will get included. "Just... keep your head down..." I thought to myself, a tad bit worried of what might happen tonight. "It's gonna be alright... just don't get included..." It was hard to bypass all of these animals, protesting. While getting stuck here, I can hear what they're protesting about. "Stop speciesism!" I read on one of their signs. So that's what this was all about. I can perfectly understand that. A few years ago, horses weren't allowed anywhere else instead of Texas, and birds couldn't take air transport because apparently since they have feathers, they can fly for hours on end without any rest. "Oh sure. I'm a feathered animal, and that TOTALLY means I can fly from Denmark to France without any rest!" Sometimes, just politics, or random morons off the street, mostly soccer moms, are just the worst! They can make this shit up with little detail of why. Or complete nonsense. If everyone was like this, then the entire world would become a catastrophic disaster! Spreading rumors of random thoughts they 'claim' is true. Making up shit in the process! Fights all over who's right. Well, it's just best to not think about this. There are many good animals out there. Many good writers, song artists, police officers, business workers. Okay, a couple of song artists. Justin Beaver. No thank you.

I kept walking, and soon, I was there. Club Pearl. Or, in some other cases, Club Perfect, Exciting, Alternate way of finding the, Right, Lover. Or maybe not. Probably many man-whores and sluts are in there. Maybe drunks. Only one way to find out. I waited in line to get in. It seemed like the line could last the entire night. My phone rang, and it startled me, making me jump. *Ring* ...* Ring* ... "It's from Chord..." I said to myself. I put the phone against my left ear. "Hello?-" "Ay Snow cone!" Chord yelled threw the phone, clearly drunk out of his own mind. He calls me Snow cone, just to piss me off. "My name isn't Snow cone!-" My sentence was cut off by Chord's belch. "Oh shut up.... * Hic* Snow pussy..." I sighed in annoyance. "Where even are you man..?" "Well" I began. "I'm in the line-up of the club right now." Chord laughed. "You can go on in." He said. "I told the bouncer that you're coming, and that you're a friend of mines, so he'll let you in." I had a confused look on me. "R-really? You're not bullshitting me again, right?" I asked just to make sure. "I promise you... I-... *Hic*  I mean it..." Said Chord. I walked over to the bouncer, in hopes that Chord was telling me the truth. "Hey! Back of the line, Whitey! Or I'm kicking your tail!" Said the bouncer in a strict and threatening tone. "W-wait! My friend Chord said I could go in!" I said, clearly scared. This bouncer is like four inches taller then me, and very strong. So strong, I bet he bench presses his car. If he has one. The bouncer looked at me, dead in the eyes, crossing his arms. "Name?" He asked. "Snowball. Snowball F Leon." I replied. He opened the door to the club. "You may enter. Sorry for the wait. I thanked the bouncer, then entered the club.

The outside of the club wasn't really THAT flashy. Just a neon sign that says 'Club Pearl'. But the inside on the other hand... it's a whole different story. The front desk had lights on the edges of the table with the greeter wearing no shirt, a bowtie, and silky pants. His abs caught me off guard as well. Just by looking at it made me jealous. I only have a lean body while mostly everyone here seems attractive. Either strong, or slim. "Need me to take your coat off you sir?~" The guy at the front desk asked in a flirtingly tone. "O-oh, yes please." I handed him my coat, he put it on a rack. He looked back at me, then smiled. "I've never seen you here before~ Are you new here in Club Pearl?~" I nodded slightly. He giggled at me. Well, if you got any questions for me, then feel free to~" I gave him a thumbs up, then walked to the dance floor. The dance floor didn't have many people on it, which is understandable, due to the fact nobody wants to embarrass themselves and get caught on camera for it. The DJ was rocking out this rave-like music, yelling out "Are you ready to party!?", "Let's amp this up a notch!", and "Let's get this party STARTED!!!" More neon lights were on the corners of the ceiling and the corners of the walls. Even around the speakers, and around the DJ. The bar seems normal. A sly fox was shaking up a cocktail for Chord. Chord! I ran up to him, then tapped his shoulders. He turns to face me. His eyes were baggy, and he had this stupid smile on his face. "Ay! You finally made it Snow bitch!" Well that's a new one for sure. "Jesus Chord. How many shots did you take!?" The bartender sighed. "At least twenty..." The fox said. She was cleaning an empty glass of what I assumed was one of Chords. "Come on bud, let's get you home." I said. I lifted Chord up, then headed for the exit. Someone with a blue jacket and greyish pants passed by me as I carried Chord away. "Wait sir! Your coat!" I didn't hear the guy behind the desk, then continued to move.

I brought Chord home, then began to walk back home. I decided to not go back the same rout I came when coming to Club Pearl, and instead, walked a different path. It was a quiet and peaceful walk, until I hear the strumming of a guitar and somebody singing. I followed the sound, which led me to a park. When I was walking, this wolf was playing his guitar and singing. I hid behind a rock, then continued to listen. Whoever they were had a wonderful and charming voice. As a few more minutes passed, I got up. As I did, I heard the guitar player's voice. "Hey Stalker."