Babylon (babylonya) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-09-18 22:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | aidan sayers, gar |
Who: Babylon & Gar
What: Townies from hell are hellish
When: Friday night
Where: Hooch tent
Rating: TBD. Language. Harassment. Violence.
Status: Incomplete
It was inevitable that at some point they'd get a heckler in the crowd. Babs had been performing at the Burlesque tent for a few weeks now, and he knew it was only a matter of time before something like this happened. Most people were usually okay with his androgyny these days, surprisingly enough. Even in the small towns. RuPaul and shows like Drag Race had something to do with that, he was sure. Bless their hearts. It didn't matter that Babylon was a completely different category of androgynous. Most people didn't look past the surface, nor did they care. Babs had been doing this kind of work long enough to have a fairly thick skin. He was of the sticks and stones school of thought in that regard. Besides, being heckled was part of the job, and he especially enjoyed when he was able to turn a crowd that might have started out as hostile. It was a huge rush when that happened.
But there were some real bad apples in this crowd tonight, and they weren't letting up. They quieted down some when other members of the audience demanded they shut up, but they were waiting for Babylon to get off the stage after his last number. He went to get a drink after his dance, still in his last costume, when hands groped him from two sides. Now, Babs wasn't afraid of a few hurtful words, but having unwanted hands on him was a completely different animal. This wasn't a cursory handsy grope that he could just ignore or joke his way out of, this was hard grabbing, and it made him yelp and stumble on his heels.
"Now, now, boys!" He tried to say valiantly, but his voice was tight with sudden fear. Huge eyes looked around for security, or anyone else who worked for the carnival.
"Come on, sweetheart. Show us your dick! Love them chicks with dicks, don't we boys?" a harsh, drunken voice hissed near his ear. That was certainly not arousal he heard in those words. It was something ugly and potentially violent. Babylon felt angry and helpless. He felt his elbow connect with somebody's face, and then there was one less pair of hands ripping at his dress.
"Stop it!" It was the last thing he said, because one of those rowdy boys punched him in the gut for elbowing their buddy, and he couldn't breathe. It all happened so fast, there was hardly any time for anyone to react.