Homoween 2019: Hollywood Coven

Walk In The (Dog) Park

Luke thought of salt when he thought of the Werewolves of La Brea (as they called themselves). It didn't do any good to point out to them that most of the film studios were not in La Brea- and also that Tommy Lee should've known better since he'd starred in a movie about a volcano underneath the tar pits. The werewolves of La Brea were an active bunch. Goofy. Not sophisticated but then they didn't want to be. There was an effortlessness to their sweaty, dynamic energy. 

And they were the absolute best and worst to play ultimate frisbee against.

"Hey Blood Boy!" Derek said from where he was on the rock wall as Luke entered the space. Not just on the rock wall but of course twisted around and upside down like a dangly christmas ornament. "Belay down!" he chirped out and an unknown pup that really wasn't into vampires let him down. Of course, Derek bounced over while holding a large light blue Gatorade. "Long time no see!"

"True."

"What? You get tired of losing to us at ultimate and softball?"

"Just been busy with a new series. I've been in Europe."

"Oh! Yeah! It's on my dvr. Sorry man, I have to finish up High Maintenance first. I made a promise-" he said with a nod and a little wrinkle of his nose. 

"Not offended I assure you. Is Jean Luc around?"

"Nah. He's on a shoot. He's gone for the month. Do you- do you need him?"

"I could talk to you. Somewhere more private though, maybe."

"Not pregnant are you?"

"Nope. Nobody's put a ring on my immortal finger yet."

"Always keeping on the lookout for number one- I can appreciate that-" Derek said, moving forward a little to playfully pat on Luke's middle section. "Oooh- somebody's been working out-"

"Hey- you're dripping sweat on me-" Luke said, chiding in a friendly manner and just barely squirming away from the pat while bringing a hand up to swat the arm away. "Don't make me get the spray bottle, wolfie-"

Derek popped out his bottom lip for a moment to playfully whine and then gave Luke a big, sloppy grin. "Nah, you wouldn't. You're too good a guy for that. Come on. We'll find someplace to talk."

For years, humanity had been trained to only think of werewolves and vampires at each other's proverbial throats. From True Blood to Underworld to even American Horror Story, pop culture had told the world that vampires and werewolves were soooo very different. But the truth was that they were more Being Human than Blade or even like some supernatural Sokovian Accords. Really, for Luke, the biggest differences were aesthetic. You could really see it as Derek led Luke through the locker room towards a little inner sanctum lounge.

Luke didn't mind the locker room. It was- earthier than he was used to. His fencing club and the vampire coven locker room were more marbles and sconces and such while there was more of a powerful Bauhaus feel to what the wolves did. There were scents of sawdust and the lockers were a refined, shining metal. TVs in the corner had a live stream on, replaying old Matt and Blue videos. He supposed like the coven, the La Brea Wolves had people they regretted not snagging for themselves. Luke could understand that- the vampires had their own regrets over the years. The communal showers (you couldn't say the dogs didn't look nice and they certainly enjoyed being looked at) were a nicely done tile. There was even a mini refrigerated juice bar with some of the old school ice cube style window inserts into them inside the locker room.

"Well hey, get comfy-" Derek said as he plopped down on a large and squishy beanbag in the lounge area- complete with some astroturf. 

"I saw you as Thor in American Gods. Very playful."