It was the middle of the night,and the club was packed. But I continued my job as usual. I was the bartender of course,one of the most important jobs at the club besides the D.J. I really did enjoy my job,as tiring as it was. I enjoyed watching the drunken antics of the men and women in the club.

However tonight felt... different,as if all I had ever knew would soon change. As the night went on,it seemed to drag on forever. I kinda wished I had someone to help me go on through the night. But I knew that if I had a partner,they would just get in my way. It's not my fault I am a lone wolf.

As I continued to experience lonely uneasy feeling,my eyes got really heavy. Normally I am pretty good at staying awake, but tonight seemed... different. I continued to struggle to stay awake, until I eventually dosed off.

When I woke up,the club was abnormally quiet. I picked up my head to see a terrible sight. The D.J was slumped over his table,and blood was dripping from the walls and floor. Bodies of people were scattered across the floor. Most of the women were missing.

The men were ripped in two,and the smell of roses hung around the room. Before I could put my head up from off the counter,I heard voices from outside. "I can't believe Offenderman did this,we weren't supposed to draw any attention to ourselves." Complained a rough voice from the club entrance.

"Where the hell is he!?"Shouted a man from dark corner of the building. I slowly looked up to see a tall and pale man in a trench coat approaching the counter. "Right over here Masky." Said the man very quietly. "If you need me, I'll be talking to the bartender."Said the pale man.

I heard the shuffling of feet and decided that it would be a good idea that I kept my eyes shut. I heard heavy boots and smelled roses,as the man seemed to be right in front of me. The man tapped my shoulder gently,and I pretended to wake up.

I stood up and fixed my long black hair. To my surprise,the man was not only close to the counter,he was behind the counter with me. His black trench coat was dripping with blood,and his fedora covered most of his face. "Hey Sweetheart,care to get me a drink." Said the man eyeing me intently.

"U-um s-sure." I managed to say,as I realized that underneath the trench coat,(which hid his junk poorly) was... nothing. The man smirked,and leaned twards me. "How about a kiss first." He said, before handing me a suspicious looking flower. I frowned, this type of situation was not unfamiliar to me. Lots of men tried to flirt their way into getting a free drink from me.

"Yeah...no." I said confidently, pushing him back before he got too close. "Come on, how can you resist this." Stated the man, while gesturing to his body. I rolled my eyes,took his hat,and placed it on my head."Let me guess, you want a free drink,so your flirting with me to get that right?

The man chuckled and shifted slightly, allowing the moonlight to reveal his true form. I noticed that he was faceless, and had no hair on his head. He gave me a toothy smile, revealing sharp shark like teeth. I gasped and backed up slightly.

"Sweet cheeks,I just wanna have a little bit of fun." He said, grinning and gesturing to the trashed club. "How about a drinking contest!?" I blurted."You win you get to make out with me,and whatever other sick things you want to do to me." I said, holding out my shaking hand.

The man's grin became wider,as he kissed my hand. "Sure sweetie, but what happens if you win?" He asked. I shrugged and gestured to the exit. "If I win, I'm calling the police on you and you leave me alone. The Man nodded and grabbed beer bottle. "Whoever passes out first loses."

I smiled and grabbed a case of beer. And then our contest began. It seemed like of hours of drinking,and the man didn't seemed even close to being drunk. Apparently our contest had attracted some attention, because I heard voices from outside. They were the same voice s that I heard from earlier.

Tons of drinking later,I was continuing to hold my composure. I was determined to not lose. I was the best at drinking contests because of my immunity to alcohol. Eventually the man gave out a loud moan and fell to the floor. Long black tendrils had come out of his back.

"You ok!?" I asked looking down at him. The man grinned weakly and held out his hand to hold on to the counter. "Nobody has ever beaten me in a drinking contest... congratulations." He moaned. "You can go now, just sneak out the back, otherwise you'll get ambushed.

I nodded and gave him back his hat. "By the way,I never got your name...what is it?" I asked. "Sexual Offenderman." He said weakly, before passing out. I grinned and snuck out of the club using the back door.

Normally I wouldn't add you know who in a story because of what he does...but I was bored and realized that I couldn't exclude him from my writing any longer...Soo... yeah

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