*When you come out to your mum and she literally just says "Lol no, trans people don't exist". Sorry for the long wait!
*Last trigger warning: offensive language- ethnic slurs directed at a black person, explicit racism and sexism.
The n-word, as we know it today, originated as a Southern mispronunciation of negro.
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"Oi, lady, watch out!" A voice reverberates through the air, akin to a muted drum, before Jefferson fell.
He fell. Despite his feet being firmly planted on the ground moments prior, he fell. But he had no time to comprehend such a conundrum, as he crashes to the cold, hard ground.
No, not onto the cold, hard ground, he realizes with horror, but onto someone. Despite the complaints of his shocked limbs, he rushes to get off of whatever poor individual he fell onto.
Still on his rear, Jefferson's eyes meet the black ones of a negress he fell onto(oh, thank Providence, she is not white). Her hair, almost as straight as a white's, tumbles freely down to her chest, and- dear God, she is nearly naked.
"What the fuck?" Her brows furrow together, lips twisting into something furious. Any apology he was forming, anything at all he had to say, vanished entirely. "The hell's wrong with you, man!"
"I'm..." His voice falters in that wretched way that it always does. His eyes do not follow his orders, and flit to her revealed legs, shame burning him whole. "...I apologize, I did not mean to..."
"The fuck you didn't!" She shouts, infuriated, and Jefferson is at a loss. The utterly vulgar language leaving her mouth leaves him frozen in shock, as his ever-running mind struggles to form a coherent response. "If it's you and your friend's plan to mug me, then pick someone else! I've enough problems to deal with without this fucking madhouse!"
He took a step backwards. The words stick to his throat. How is he supposed to respond? Where is her master? What is she doing with such hair? Why is she dressed in only her little clothes?
Christ almighty, he can see her thighs. Her thighs!
He forces his eyes away, his face burning with embarrassment. Not a sound leaves him, and he curses his easily flustered disposition. And yet, before that may become apparent, another woman walks in between them, as naked as the other. She faces the negress, her golden locks tumbling down her back. Her rear is visible to all who may look.
Good God, is he in a whore house? Is he in hell?
"OK, OK, everyone hold on for a second, can we just-" Her voice is of a very high pitch, but before he can make any other observation, the negress interrupts her.
"What do you mean 'hold on'? He jumped me!"
"Yeah, no- that's what we're trying to figure out!"
"Uhuh, sure, as if this wasn't your plan all along!"
"WHAT FUCKING PLAN?" The lady shouts, silencing the negress for only a moment, but a moment enough. "You're the one who approached us! You pestered us with questions about Solomon's personal life, and then decided to follow us when we clearly didn't want you here! I don't know what the fuck just happened, but he-" She points at Jefferson, her digit almost touching his chest, "-Already apologized! I get that you're fucking spooked, but I've got bigger shit to deal with, mainly that other cult members have appeared out of nowhere, so if you don't want to be here- no one's stopping you- fucking leave!"
"Ladies, please curb your language, there are children with us," a quiet voice says behind Jefferson, and he turns to see another person behind them. He is the only person who's language Jefferson could understand, though his dress is also peculiar.
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