He sat at the bar, nursing his drink. Around him were several women. Well there was no one directly around him, but around him in the sense that anyone inside the bar was around him anyway. These women were, if not ignoring him, giving him dirty looks. That was understandable of course. After all, he was the only man in a lesbian bar.
Their looks didn't bother him, after all, it won't matter soon anyway. He was only here so he could test whether the chemical mixture he had would actually activate his powers or not. In fact, the only reason he hadn't used them on himself already was because he was waiting for some better looking targets to arrive.
Sure there was the bartender, a quite hot chick with long red hair and a decent bust, but that was all at the moment. The rest of the girls here he'd struggle to rate as anything better than a five. That's probably why they went lesbian to begin with, they knew no self-respecting man would want them.
"I think you might be in the wrong bar," came a voice to the side of him.
He looked to his right and then he saw her seated next to him, only turned around so she could lean backwards against the bar. It was his number one target, the Goth.
He'd seen her a few times before. He'd come here periodically in order to test the various chemicals and occasionally he'd see her here as well. She had long black hair and a pale complexion (no doubt aided by a deft use of make-up). She was using black eyeliner to highlight her eyes along with black lipstick. The black frilly lace dress just finished the look.
Keep it calm. Right now he can't afford to cause a scene, so it's best to play it casually. "I'd argue this bar is exactly what I want."
"And what's that?" she asked casually.
"A place to get a good drink where no one's going to bother me."
"Fair enough," she conceded. "But can't you do that at home?"
"True, if I wanted to be a sad guy drinking at home alone."
"As opposed to the sad guy drinking alone at a bar?" she quipped.
"Touche," he said with a smile, raising his glass to her. "Still," he continued. "If I stick around at home I get everyone worrying about me because I don't feel like dealing with people. I go here, no one bothers me and no one at home bugs me about being an introvert."
She gave him a sly smile. "Is that a hint that I'm bothering you?" she asked, amused.
He gave her a smile of his own before saying, "Nah. I'm about done anyway," and finishing off his drink.
Once then turned to face the patrons of the bar. This was the dangerous part. Carefully he slipped the vial he had hidden under his jacket into his hand. With a move that spoke of long practice he slipped open the vial and poured just a little bit of the chemicals on his wrist.
He could feel it then, the burning sensation that told him it was working, just like it had worked for Derrick. He worked hard to keep his face from showing the pain he was feeling as he instead walked outside.
Once there he turned into a back alley and pulled out some bottled water that he then poured over his wrist. As he then began to bandage himself, he idly wondered just how many of those lesbians he'd successfully turned straight.
AMBER'S POV
Amber carefully watched the man as he walked out the bar. She waited for a few moments later to see if he would return and breathed a sigh of relief when it finally became clear that he wasn't.
"So what did he say?"
Amber turned her head to the side to see the sight of Beth slipping from a hidden alcove on the side of the bar, her hand pulling away from a sidearm she kept well concealed. "He said he just came to get a few drinks in a place where no one would bother him," she replied.
"Did you actually believe that?"
"Oh hell no," she replied in an almost laugh. "He was absolutely here for something fucked up, I just don't know what it was."
"I still don't like that you're making me actually serve him," said the bartender, Jessica, from behind them.
"If he's in here, I can see what he's doing," Beth told her. Satisfied with that response, she then turned back to face Amber. "Anything else you see?" she asked her.
"I noticed he poured some liquid on himself before he left. Don't know what it was, but whatever it was, it seemed to hurt him."
Beth started to scratch her nose then as she was lost in thought as to what that meant. Amber was used to this by now and simply watched her wife as she tried to piece together exactly what she should do next.
At least she had a nice sight to look at while she waited. Beth was a medium build, with long, dark brown hair. At the moment she was wearing a short skirt that accentuated her long thighs, though Amber lamented that it also hid her shapely ass, along with a tight leather top that really showed off her plentiful assets. Funnily enough, Beth hated the look. She thought it was unprofessional, but she kept it up because it helped her blend in with the other patrons at the bar, which was a good thing, since as a cop, they might otherwise have felt a bit nervous about her being there.
Mind you, after all these years the girls that go to this bar were all used to her by now. They even appreciated her presence there, ever since a biker gang had decided all these girls needed was a few dicks in them to show them how good having a real man was. Those dicks changed their tune after she'd tasered their leader in the balls a few times before arresting all of them..
Of course she wasn't going to tell Beth that everyone was glad to have her here. After all, while Beth might not have liked the outfit, Amber loved it.
Finally Beth stopped pondering and looked over to see Amber staring at her. She got a bit of a nervous grin then as she apologized. "Sorry, I just really don't have any info on this guy. Don't even know his name."
"It's Benjamin Carter," Jessica quickly added.
Amber and Beth quickly turned to look at her. "How do you know his name?" Beth asked.
"Because I carded him of course," Jessica responded sarcastically.
