Snippet #2237289

Patrick MacEvoy

I stayed where I was drinking my Guiness and starting to feel the alcohol work on my brain, starting to give up on waiting. It seems people at raves have a different code that they go by, 'don't go up to men in strange clothing'. I never really thought of what I wore as odd or out of place, but that's only because this was generally my everyday clothing, but I knew that to other people it was quite odd. Today I was wearing a red vest, black pants that tucked into leather, what I called, pirate boots, and my usual leather duster that I always wore when I left my home.

The people on the cat walk caught my attention, the sassy walks and flirtatious dancing, it was hard not watch them. After a little while someone knew jumped on stage, a young man who seemed to be part cat, with a tail and ears. At first I thought they were fake, just some weird guy wearing those cat ears and tail that are so popular today, but then the tail moved and not just a swing like a fake tail would. The tail swished and coyly wrapped and brushed against others. Because of my slightly drunken state it took me a while to realize that this young man was a Scion, and proudly distributing the fact. I knew that other magical species were getting careless in San Francisco, but this was just out right foolish.

I quickly looked at the others to see how they were reacting, but it seemed that everyone else was too drunk to notice or care. I was still a little on edge about how easily this guy was showing that he wasn't completely human, but I started to calm a little as I drank more beer and the alcohol flow was stronger in my system. I just watched as the young man and others danced either for money or just for attention. It seemed the Scion was doing it for mostly attention, though he didn't mind picking up the money of other horny people. I would have been the same way, throwing money at those few guys who were up on the cat walk, if it wasn't for the fact that I felt the need to respect them in this moment unlike so many others. Respect was the one non-magical thing my master had taught me, respect of others magical or not, of other and all creatures. And even now, here in this moment where it would be so easy to just follow the crowd, I knew I had to keep strong because in the end respect is more valuable than money. So I just sat where I was and just watched as passively as I could, trying to enjoy myself, but also trying to stay human and not turn animal with lust, which, trust me, was harder than it would seem, but I seemed to manage.