You’re having a late night walk through your local town. All the shops are closed down, all the restaurants shut. Until bright lights catch the corner of your eye.
“Spider Bar”.
You stare at the blaring sign on the top of the illuminated building. Spider bar? Do they make drinks for spiders or something?
Against your better judgement, you wrap your arms tighter around you against the freezing cold air and walk inside.
A well-groomed man who looked to be in his mid-20’s seems to appear from nowhere
“Hello, welcome to spider bar! How may we be at your service tonight?”
“Uhhh could I have a tequila shot please?” You request, as you drop onto a nearby seat.
“Spiders it is then!”
You stare at the man in confusion. What? Spiders?
“No I sai-“
“SPIDERS FOR TABLE SEVEN” the man shouts over his shoulder.
You slam your head down onto the table. This was going to be one hell of a night.
A guy in a trench coat glasses and a hat comes over to you and sits next to you. You gaze up at him tiredly knowing you were going to be kept in company all evening.
He looked over at you and smiles you think you see fangs in his mouth but tell yourself your just tired and need a pick me up drink.
"You new around here?" He asks you his voice is smooth and silky kinda like a spider web but no that's stupid he couldn't be a spider. You shake yourself out of it and reply with "hehe yeah I haven't seen this place before..."
He looks you up and down a second and then says "hey are you afraid of spiders? ". You look down noticing his gloves hand on your arm you shiver and shakely reply with a yes as sweat dropped down your forehead.
He stands and takes his disguise off followed by everyone else in the bar they are all different kinds of bugs in disguise he steps closer...
It's ok you can take your disguise off now ladybird!
