You Make Me Itch

Hi guys! I suddenly just had this idea while I was taking a road trip and thought what the heck! :D the picture on the side is Artemis.

Prologue

I still remember the day the news episode aired, since it was only a few years ago, the day we all learned about werewolves. You'd think people would be afraid, but no instead they were graciously accepted into society and were treated like royalty. They all of course were thrilled and soon took control of the government, almost pushed to do it. Their already big ego's exploding with arrogance as they were treated like Gold.

All the while my minuscule town left untouched by the craziness as it was never home to the almighty werewolves, note the sarcasm. People in my town who knew me thought I would be all over the wolves, being the animal lover I was, even with my allergies. They were shocked to find out i loathed them, finding them as appealing as the shit that comes out of their uptight asses. I hated what they stood for, dominance and superiority.

They came out of hiding when they had enough numbers, you see they were a dying race but they had what we called a baby boom a few decades a couple years ago. A lot of them had found their mates then... and well the rest is left best unsaid. The wolves or as I liked to call them ass-licking dipshits, had always thought they were better than us petty humans, cough, cough, ass-lickers, cough.

''Artemis! Stop daydreaming you've got a table!'' My boss, Gina demands before marching off behind the bar. Sighing, I grabbed my note pad; tuck it in my black apron, before adjusting my mandatory red t-shirt and black spandex shorts. With my head held high I walk to the table full of rowdy young men.