Don’t Feed Me, I Will Come Back - CLOSED
A Starter For @thisisvivalavendetta
The bar wasn’t the best place to find food, but Tweek was on a mission to get something to fill his belly. Being a lower ranking member in his ultra-macho pack, he didn’t have a good chance hunting, he was thin and scrawny, long-limbed and gangly. This meant he was even worse than he would have been. So, luring unsuspecting humans into his jaws was about the only thing he could do.
A gay bar in South Park was almost hard to come by, but he had managed to find a decent one in North Park that provided him with some good meals. As he flirted with this man and that, he kept tabs on the ones with the most muscle, the ones that looked and smelled the tastiest. He wasn’t necessarily good looking enough to have any man he wanted, but he could at least be a little choosy.
Seeing one particular man with beautiful golden waves, he felt his heart skip a beat. That one. That one was setting off his instincts like nothing he had ever known. The hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stood on end and he licked his lips, getting up with his drink in hand and crossing the dance floor somehow with it still in tact. He pulled the shiest smile he could and felt his cheeks grow hot just at the thought of this one.
“H-hi.” He tried, “I– I’m–” He couldn’t really give his real name, could he? “Jeremy.”