The Hunters: Paranormal many shots

The Wolf: Part One-Gaga, gore and arse-less chaps

The man tapped his hand on the bar, signalling his need for another drink. The bartender looked his way, rolled her eyes and strolled over. She took in the man's appearance. He looked ridiculous. He wore an enormous ten-gallon hat, a brown cowboy vest-complete with a sheriff badge that said superstar on it, blue jeans, all topped with assless chaps; thankfully his ass wasn't showing, just a pair of black underwear with the words Sexy bitch printed proudly on each cheek. She cocked a hip and raised her eyebrows, clicking her tongue disapprovingly.

He looked at her from underneath the brim of his hat, pulling the ol' George Clooney. "I'll have another whiskey, lil' lady," he said, putting on a thick cowboy accent.

He made a hocking sound in his throat and tried to spit out the corner of his mouth. It failed miserably, splatting out over his lips and dribbling down his chin. He looked up at her to see if she had noticed. The bartender was doing her best not to burst into laughter and the man decided the best course of action was to pretend it hadn't happened; if he paid no attention she might think it was intentional. She giggled quietly and turned to the spirit shelf, reaching up for the whiskey. As soon as her back was turned he wiped the spit away.

The bartender turned back, noticed the slick of spit on his sleeve and burst into laughter. She poured him a shot of whiskey, feeling sorry for this weirdo who'd chosen a dangerous biker bar to slide in to. He reached into his cheesy vest but she held up a hand.

"It's on the house, Honey," She said. This man was going to end up in the hospital tonight. She felt bad for him.

He tipped his enormous hat, downed the shot, winked and left the counter. He took in the bar. A thick layer of smoke drifted lazily around the room. Big, scary looking men sat at tables of varying sizes, drinking, gambling, laughing and smoking. Bohemian Rhapsody played from a fancy juke box in the corner and the man started bobbing his head, mouthing the words. A small stage was built against the rear wall and a very attractive lady wearing only panties shook her tits in a fat mans face. He grabbed at her ass and she pushed him away with a forced smile.

The man had come here looking for someone in particular. A dangerous man called Kody who headed up the local biker chapter. It wasn't just for his ties to biker gangs that Kody was on the man's list, no, Kody had a secret. A secret that made him the dangerous man he was. So far, he was nowhere to be seen but, thanks to the man's brilliant disguise, he would be able to blend in and get info on his whereabouts. He'd already had some Dutch courage, actually he was pretty sure it was from Tennessee, now it was time to do some subtle interrogation.

He walked up to the nearest biker, pressed his face against his cheek and said, "I'm looking for Kody, do you know where he is?"

Shocked, the biker simply sat there for a second, the strange man's chap-sticked lips pressed against his cheek, whiskey breath blowing into his face. Once his brain had registered what had happened he crashed to his feet, swinging a meaty fist at the strange cowboy, who danced out of danger with the grace of the Black Swan.

"Woah," The cowboy said, clearly faking shock. "what was that about?"

"What the fuck are you playing at, homo?" The biker spat.

"Homo?" The cowboy gasped, placing an offended hand on his chest. "It's a disguise, I came dressed as one of you." A huge, shit-eating grin spread across his face as the rest of the bikers pushed their chairs out and formed a mob around the bigger man.

A door near the back burst open and a large, mean looking man waddled out, eyebrows pulled down in anger. He took a look at the large mob then pushed his way to the front and took in the fabulous scene before him. What the fuck was in his bar?