‘Well this is freaking boring’ you think to yourself.
At least you can watch the other patrons inside. You stand up and brush the dirt and pebbles from your clothes. Your arms extend up and give yourself a good stretch from being on the ground for that long.
Walking back towards the entrance the two guards continue their conversation until you get closer to the door.
The first Dogman, the Rottweiler, turns and looks at you first followed by a large Doberman.
“Hey looky Charlie, looks like the pup got tired of the cold” his voice deep and rustic with a slight city accent.
“Poor little man doesn’t know what he wants” the Doberman Charlie speaks with a sharp and thunderous voice. Like all the villains in those action movies.
“Can I get back inside guys?” You ask ignoring there jeering
“Hmm I don’t know” Ricky replies, “we are all kinda filled up at the moment. It’s opening night you know. Should have gotten here sooner”
“I was here remember? I just needed to get some air for a minute that’s all”
The grin on Ricky’s face lowers as he remembers you from earlier.
“Oh! Your the punk that ran into me earlier! Come back for another go eh?”
He obscenely grabs his crotch and gives it a shake.
“This little guy couldn’t get enough of me and my bone earlier”
You blush and quickly try to come up with a witty comeback.
