I hope I don’t disappoint on the hilarity. Comedy isn’t my strongest point
At first, Nathan thought the man in the grey suit and glasses was a total fag. Guy just kept looking at him. It was getting to be totally creepy and unless it involved a microphone and a sold out stadium, Nathan despised speaking in front of other people.
Two beers later and the guy was still watching so he turned to his band for guidance.
The situation filled him with very little confidence.
Murderface’s trousers were sporting a rapidly growing stain on the front. Magnus Hammerstorm was AWOL, having been hauled away by the cops before they’d gotten to the bar. Skwisgaar was talking to two women with blue in their hair and sagging tits that Nathan wouldn’t touch with a 10 foot pole.
Pickles was….well, living up to his name. That was metal but it wasn’t helping Nathan.
He got up and stormed over to the suit guy.
“Hey um. Stop staring. It’s fucking creepy…and you look like a total fag you know.”
The suit man raised an eyebrow. “I was just trying to decide how to fix your problem. However if you don’t want the help of a fag, I guess I tried.”
“Uhhh. Um. Uh. wait.” Nathan spluttered. “Guess you can help us. Yeah. It’d be cool um…’
“Charles. Charles Offdensen.”
“Get you a drink?”
Nathan put a hand on Charles’ shoulder to steer him towards the bar. It totally wasn’t gay or anything.