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Werwolf

Werwolf (noun. german)

Those mythical super hairy creatures. You know which one.

Werewolf

I walked over to the dumpsters, to where I could see the clouds of smoke appear every now and then.
Why did Frank come here of all places? It smelled like rotten tomatoes and alcohol, which was obviously because of the trash cans, so why didn't he go out front for a quick smoke?

While thinking about it I had already passed the trash cans and would have almost walked past Frank if it wasn't for him making a surprised noise when he saw me.

"What the fuck are you doing here?", he asked, clearly not happy about seeing me.

"I could ask you the same." 
Even though the fresh air was slowly starting to sober me up I was still pretty drunk and it was hard for me to make my eyes focus on him.

"I'm smoking. Obviously. Can't you just leave me alone for once?", he asked and rolled his eyes as he took another drag.
He looked to the side to where the alleyway opened into the main street, almost as if he was looking for people.

"You were the one following me to the bathroom. Maybe I want to have a smoke, too.", I crossed my arms in front of my chest and smiled.

Well at least I tried to smile but it felt and probably looked more like a weird grin.

"Do you even smoke?", Frank asked and raised his eyebrow.

"I do."

"Great, go get a cigarette then."

Now that was the problem. I used to smoke when I was in school and also when I had the job at the comic book agency. But after I was let go I never had enough money to keep up with my smoking habit.
I had to go cold turkey on nicotine. The worst weeks of my life, let me tell you.

Since then I have never touched another cigarette and I honestly wasn't planning on doing so, but now I just wish I had one, only to make that stupid smile disappear from Frank's face.

"Okay fine.", I sighed.
He had won this round.
"But that doesn't change anything about how it's apparently okay to follow me to the bathroom, but not okay for me to get some fresh air."

"Well you got your fresh air, now go back inside. I bet Sarah already misses you."
He had spite in his voice and a glint in his eyes.

"Oh so this is what it's all about!", I exclaimed and laughed.
Of course this is what he was on about.

"You're jealous because Sarah decided to pay attention to me instead of you."

He looked at me with shock, then confusion and then annoyance.

"Jealous? Fuck, do you think you're special because she's trying to fuck you?"

I felt like I had hit a nerve. I didn't know in which way yet, but Frank was getting a little mad.

I wanted to say something but Frank gestured for me to stop talking, even though I hadn't even started yet. He threw away his halfway smoked cigarette and came over to where I was standing with slow steps.

I was already leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the club and now I wished I had picked another place to stay, because i had nowhere to run and felt like I was about to get punched in the face.

"You think you're so special because you're allowed to play with the big boys for one night, huh? Sarah doesn't care about you and she's probably already jumping on the next best guy in there."
He gestured behind himself.
"You've been getting on my nerves all night. You are fucking everywhere all the time.
In my fucking home, with my fucking friends and in my fucking head. All the fucking time.
I fucking hate you."