The Gay Bar is not as flashy as the card you were given, that is for sure. You park your car on the side of the road and see the building at the end of an alleyway. A purple lighted 'Gay Bar' sign shone brightly above the door.
Rain is coming down hard. You didn't bring a jacket, and you don't think you could just dash over to the front of the bar without being seen. Should you be afraid of people seeing your super speed? This is a creature-only bar right?
You remember when your mom told you that you can never be too careful with your actions, so you get out of the car and run like a normal human in the rain. Your black long sleeve shirt got wet once you arrive at front of the door.
A man stood next to the door. The roof of the building keeping him and the cigarette in his mouth dry. He looks at you with dull violet eyes, "Well, hello there. You lost?" He raises a brow then takes his cigarette out of his mouth. His brown hair is greased, and he has two small symmetrical jagged scars on the top left of his forehead.
"No, I am not." You answer harshly, though the man's eyes definitely makes it obvious he isn't human.
"You look a little wet, want to borrow my jacket?" The violet-eyed man loosens his leather jacket, but before he could take it off you say, "I am fine." Then quickly you enter the Gay Bar, hoping that creep doesn't follow you.
Your eyes can't stop from widening. Half of a person's body was laying on a counter with a martini glass in hand. The huge black feathered wings that are planted on their back droop down to the floor.
As you look at the crowd of people you try to observe any big physical features that make them not human. It was hard to tell, but looking closely at that one girl who is sitting at a table you see fangs barely visible from her lips, another girl who was sitting next to the fanged woman wears red tinted shades. Her eyes are also red, but contained no pupils. A man with huge bushy hair is sitting at a table farther away next to another man in a wheelchair. When the bushy haired man talks you see his teeth are short and looks as sharp as sharks teeth.
"Welcome," said a kind voice that stood in the bar. A woman with short dirty blonde hair and red glasses smiles at you with her ruby red lips. Nothing looks out of the ordinary when you look at her.
"Can I help you?" she asks.
You shift a bit, looking around the room. "Uh, is there a guy named Dave here?"
The person with the huge black wings lifted their head immediately at the bartender. "Is he talkin' 'bout Davey? Our Dave?"
"Yeah," you answer, "I am uh… pretty sure. Is he here?" You couldn't really tell the gender of the… demon? You are not sure. You don't have wings, and neither does Dave, so what did that make the pink-eyed winged person? You also are worried about getting their pronouns wrong cause even though the person is slightly broad shouldered and has a flat chest, they wear feminine clothes: a black skirt with leggings, a white t-shirt and a purple-striped scarf wrapped around their neck. Their blonde hair reaches above their shoulders as the tips of their hair curves outwards. Their lipstick is black, and so was their eyeliner, but what really caught your attention was their vibrant pink eyes.
"Oh yeah. He's here. Hey Davey! Your boyfriend's here!" they called over their shoulder.
"I am not—" Before you could make your very important statement you notice there are a spiral of stairs in the very back of the room. You see Dave sliding down the railing. When he reaches the bottom, he jumps forward and lands perfectly. Show-off.
"Hey! Karkat! You're early. You must be exited to see me, huh?" he smirks.
Your stomach clenches as you scowl at him. "Fuck you, asshole. I am obviously not excited to see your stupid face."
"All right then. Do you at least want a tour?"
Before you can say anything, Dave walks up to you and places his arm on your shoulder. With his other hand, he points at the bartender. "This is Jane. The only human of our group. Her title here is Maid."
"Maid?" you ask, but instead of getting an answer from Dave, Jane says, "It's nice to meet you. What's your name?"
"K-Karkat."
Dave now points to the person with the large feathered wings, "This is my older sister, Roxy. She is a demon like me -obviously-. And her title is Rouge."
"Hiiii!", she waves her hand at you, and you were glad now that you know her pronouns.
You hear a loud 'thump' and turn your head to the left side of the room to see two people making out. One guy is being pinned against the wall, but the other guy who is macking on him has giant black wings, like Roxy's. The wings stretch outward and inward, making him look like a raven eating as if he was starving.
"So much for a first impression, Dirk!" Dave calls out to the man.
'Dirk' stops what he is doing and turns his head towards you, giving you a look that almost gave you a shiver. His blond hair is styled in a way that made his hair look like feathers. He wears shades like Dave, but they are triangular with the tips pointing downwards. Definitely the weirdest sunglasses you have ever seen.
"That's my older brother, Dirk. He is one of the Knights of the group."
The titles Dave is telling you don't make sense. You feel at loss of what is going on, and Dave isn't explaining anything.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself," Dirk grins. He releases the wrists of the man he was macking on then appears right in front of you with his fist in front of him. Your mouth is slightly ajar. Not even you can run that fast.
"Nice to finally meet you Karkat. Dave has talked so much about you," Dirk says as you awkwardly fist-bump his hand.
"So, I take it that your name is Karkat? That is a cool name!" The man that Dirk had pinned against the wall is now right beside you. He squats down a bit so that your eyes can meet. His eyes are as green as emeralds, and they would probably look more sharp if it weren't for his glasses. He has a cowlick on his bangs of his black hair so that his forehead is exposed, and his sideburns reaches to his jaw. He wears a green shirt, and tan shorts that seemed a little too tight on him.
"The name's Jake, Jake English." He shakes your hand.
"Jake is a werewolf. His title is the Page." Dave says.
Holy shit. demons, and a werewolf? Are there more creatures? Is your mouth still open? You close your mouth, trying to not look stupid.
"Why, yes. I am a werewolf." Jake smiles with pride. "I may look human, but I am actually a feisty beast."
Dirk coughs into his fist, to what seems like he is trying not to laugh, then puts his hand back down, his expression stoic. He then beckons Jake over with his hand. Jake obeys as he walks up to Dirk. Dirk whispers something in his ear and after a few moments you see Jake's face turn bright red. "Dirk! That is not what I meant!" He half heartedly pushes Dirk on the chest then stomps away. Dirk laughs and follows after him out of the door, his wings hitting you in the face on his way out.
Dave turns to a table closest to both of you, then points to the woman whom you saw earlier. "That's Kanaya. Her title is Sylph, and she is a vampire."
Kanaya turns her head towards you. Her short black styled pixie cut complimented her eyeliner, and her lips are colored with black lipstick. She wears a pitch-black neck dress that reaches just below her knees. You expected a vampire to have pale white skin with complexions of a model like in the movies, but Kanaya has dark brown skin, and looks like a normal human being… if not for the fangs.
"Why, hello there. You must be new here, what's your name?" Kanaya spoke clearly and carefully.
"Karkat." You answer. Kanaya very gently shakes your hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Karkat." Kanaya lets go of your hand, "Are you gonna join the Gay Bar, by any chance?"
Join the Gay Bar? How can you possibly join something you don't even understand?
"Uh…"
"I don't trust him!" Shouts another woman who is sitting next to Kanaya. You have seen her earlier with her red pupiless eyes, and the red tinted glasses that rests on the bridge of her nose. Her face is covered in freckles, and her red hair is as long as her neck.
"He smells weird." She pulls out a long cane striped red a white from under the table, pulls the cane apart so it became two dual swords and points one sword straight at you.
"What the fuck?" was all you could say. Your body freezes, and you have this sudden strong urge to just run away or fight back. She walks up to you, the end of her blade still fixated close your neck.
"You smell like a demon. But a slight scent of delicious cherry hides within. Why is that?"
She gets very close to your face, and you cringe as she sniffs you. Your brows furrowed. "I have no fucking clue what the fuck you're doing, but can you back off?" you say.
"But cherry smells amazing!"
"Hey, T.Z. might wanna not be weird right now in front of the new guy?" says Dave. You almost breathe a sigh of relief when she sheathes her swords back together to form a cane.
The red-eyed girl takes another whiff of you then finally backs away. "Still don't trust him." She puts her cane down and leans on it. "My name is Terezi. Since Dave is apparently telling you all of our titles, my title is Seer. Oh yeah, I am also a dragon."
Terezi gives you a smug grin as if she sensed your disbelief. "I know it's hard to believe, but I am." She sticks out her tongue like a snake. Her tongue is long as her neck and is forked.
Your mouth is open again.
Terezi slides her tongue back in her mouth and cackles.
You look up at Dave. "Wasn't there a point to me being here?" You ask.
Dave shrugs, "Well, you gotta remember all of the members' names, and titles and such."
"Why?"
"Cause you are gonna join our little guild." He smirks and crosses his arms.
"Wha—" Before you could say or ask anything, Dave walks away then beckons you over with his hand, expecting you to follow him.
"Dave, didn't you say you'll be explaining all this creature shit to me?" you ask as you follow him. He doesn't say anything as you two walk up the spiral of stairs. "No answer, huh? Did you lie to me? Well fuck you! Fuck you for not explaining shit to me, fuck you for putting my life on the line, and fucking fuck you, asshole, for saving my life."
"Was that a 'thank you', Karkat?" Dave's voice mocks you in a high tone.
You two reach the top of the stairs, and walk in a hallway. Because of Dave's height, you can't see where you are walking to. You pass two doors that are opposite from one another.
"Is your hearing damaged, Dave? Hear me again..." The hallway opens to a living room. To the left there is a small kitchen. A door is in the middle of the two rooms. Dave turns himself around so you can see his face, "I said, fuck you for being an absolute douchebag, you fucking prick," you almost growl.
Dave sighs in the most annoying way possible. "I don't understand why you're mad at me. I have treated you with kindness ever since we met. I called you 'Mister Karkat' to thank you for your directions towards my apple juice."
You point your finger at Dave, "You said it was my fault that the joro- whatever it is, got away."
"Well yeah, it kinda was." Dave shrugs, "You were kinda breaking my stride, getting in my way."
You scrunch your nose at him, trying to find any excuse to be angry at him. Why do you hate this guy so much? Maybe you should thank him? Fuck no, then he would win this battle, and you will not allow it.
The door between the living room and the kitchen opens, "You can come in." Said a feminine voice. Dave walks in the room and you follow after him
A work desk sits in the middle of the small room. A stack of books lay in the corner, and two more stacks lay evenly on each side of the desk. A woman sits in the chair behind the desk. She shoots you a glance that gave you even more of a shiver than when Dirk glanced at you. Her purple eyes stood out to all the black and violet she is wearing. A violet colored skull print is on the middle of hr black long-sleeved shirt. Her black headband rests on her short blonde hair that reaches to her jaw.
"Welcome, my name is Rose." She reaches her hand out to you. Her nails covered in purple nail polish. You shake it and Rose smiles at you. The smile was kind, but it made you a little uncomfortable. "I am the manager of this organization. I am a demon, and my title for the Gay Bar is Seer. My job is to display information to what I know to help this bar rebel against the Queen."
She spoke as if she recited those lines multiple times. She looks through you like she is reading every emotion that you express and the thoughts in your head.
You were about to ask what she means be her being a 'Seer', but then Rose looks at at Dave and says, "You didn't explain to him how everything works here?"
"Nah, I got him all set up for you to do all your explaining."
Rose sighs and looks back at you. "I apologize for my brother being forgetful."
You turn your head towards Dave. "How many siblings do you have?"
"Three." He answers by putting three fingers up, "The eldest is Roxy, and Dirk, then me, and the youngest is Rose." Dave points to her.
"Yes, now," Rose quickly changes the subject, "before I go into detail about the Gay Bar, what's your name?" Her chin rests on her fist.
"Karkat." You answer with your name for probably the hundredth time.
"Okay, Karkat, these titles that we are talking about such as Seer, Knight, and so on, depict our jobs for this group of creatures. Jane—our bartender—is an exception. Each of us perform our part to help each other grow stronger and to protect each other, and others from the Her Imperious Condescension.
"We don't know for sure why, but the Queen is sending her troops to take runaways—such as ourselves—back to Derse. We don't know what happens to them, but I am very sure that they are killed.
"Our goal is to make this bar a safe place for creatures. We protect each other from the Queen's evil plans."
You cross your arms as Rose mentioned death. You didn't know the Condesce would want to waste her time bringing creatures from Earth to Derse just to kill them. The idea didn't surprise you. One of the creatures that work for her (well, you pretty sure he was) has murdered your mom, and stabbed you. He left right after that.
You shiver as you go through that flashback. Maybe the guy who killed your mom is still out there. If you join the Gay bar, there could be a chance that you'll find him.
"Fine. I'll join." You don't want anyone else to get hurt because of the Queen. Her ways were wrong, and the numbers of innocent lives she killed could not be charted. You know as much as that.
"Excellent." Rose stands up. "Now, we need to assign you a title." Her arms cross over her chest as she looks you up and down. "You look pretty thin. Not much fighting material…"
"Hey, I can fight!" you object. "I pushed this asshole to the ground and he didn't see me coming." You point at Dave.
"You surprised Dave?" Rose raises a brow.
"I was busy fighting Spider-Bitch, and I didn't know Karkat was a creature," Dave explains.
"You think I can't fight?" You ignore Dave. "Well, fuck you, because believe it or not, I can fight. I even punched the fucker on the face. It was amazing his shades didn't break."
"Ruuude." says Dave.
Rose just watches as you face him. "I'll gladly kick your ass some more to show how stupid you are." You take a step closer to him, puffing out your chest ever so slightly.
"Then it's settled." Rose smirks. You and Dave turn our heads towards her.
"What?" you ask.
"I will assign you as a Knight, Karkat. Your job is to protect."
"Seriously?" Your eyes widen.
"Yes. Whether you think you need it or not though, you need training." Her purple gaze glances right at Dave menacingly. "My brother here will be your trainer. You must listen to him from now on. You can go now." Rose flicks her hand at you as she sits down.
"What?! But I can't work with this guy—"
"I said you can leave now."
Dave leaves the room, but you stand your ground.
"Isn't there money that's involved that I should know about?" you ask quickly.
Rose picks up a closed book from her stack. "I'll talk to you about money later, if that's what you desire." She reaches under her desk and pulls out a purple knitting needle and points it towards you. You feel a force on your chest that feels like multiple punches at once that was strong enough to push you out of the room. You land on your butt outside the room, and the door slams shut.
"She likes her reading time," Dave blandly comments.
You grumble as you stand back up. "I refuse to work with you."
"So, you quitting already?" He puts his hands in his jean pockets.
"What? No! I—"
"Then I am your trainer, fellow Knight." Dave smirks as he speaks in a fake British accent. He pulls his hands out of his pockets. "We should get started." He starts trotting down the hall.
"Now?!" You run after him
"The sooner you are trained, the faster you can stop listening to my orders, yes?"
"I— well." 'Was this a bad or a good idea?' you think to yourself as you run down the stairs, and Dave is sliding down the rail. Can't he just slow the fuck down?
Dave is outside the bar before you could reach the end of the stairs.
Visiting the Gay Bar was one thing. Now you're paired up with this asshole who you can't even catch up with.