Body Swap - Phanfiction

Gay Bar

Warning- chapter contains harassment.

I was struck with overwhelming music blasting in my ears as I entered the club.

So this is what a gay bar is like huh?

Bright neon lights illuminating the stage of a fit, shirtless, poledancer surrounded by old horny men, cheering and tossing cash at him.

It was pretty scary being here alone. I decide not to cause any attention to myself and sit at that nearby bar.

"What will it be?" The bartender says in a husky voice, sending shivers down my spine.

"Em- have you got f-fanta?"

The bartender looks at me with a full face of disbelief and amusement.

After a few awkward minutes he finally chuckles.
"I'll see what we got."
And sets off behind the bar out of sight.

I sigh nervously and keep my eyes on table.

"Hey gorgeous."

I feel a breath of my neck.

"What is a precious butterfly like you doing here."

I look up and see a middle age man. Bald, besides that gray patchs of 'hair' either side of his head. Chubby, clearly drunk, and perhaps from Texas judging by his accent?

"I-I'm just getting a d-drink," I stutter.

God, why did I even come here? This is so stupid.

"How about we go to my appartment and I'll give you plenty to drink." He moves closer.

"I don't think so."

"C'me on!" He yanks my arm, pulling me more off the seat.

"No! I don't want to." I try to shake him off me.

He continues pulling me like I didn't have a say in the matter.

I scream and pull only earning small odd glances from disintersted men. Everything is getting dizzy.
My vision blurred as i got pulled closer and closer to the exit.

Suddenly, a different arm lands on my shoulder like a claw. Splitting me and the drunk away.

I clasps.