until much later that he and Travis struck up a real friendship.
What Travis hadn't expected was that Garrett's boyfriend Flynn would be over pretty much every hour of the day. Travis didn't mind that Garrett was gay. Not at all. It's just that Flynn was a drama queen, blowing everything out of proportion. The few times Travis had hung out with Garrett alone thing had been cool. They'd watched football, drank beers, gone to a game on campus. Garrett was a mellow guy. Mix him with Flynn, and it was like he became another person altogether. It was like he was trying to act more gay, to prove something to Flynn. All of it gave Travis a headache under normal circumstances. Today as he literally sat on his deepest shame it was almost more than he could bear.
Living at Thunderdome had other unexpected consequences. There were always people over. No one knocked, they just dropped by your place unannounced and invited themselves in. If your door was locked it meant that you were out. Most people just left their front door ajar, letting friends and guests come in and out at will. Anything you wanted to keep got locked up or taken with you. Still crime was pretty low around Thunderdome, owing mostly to being under the watchful eyes of your neighbors. You never knew who was watching you or what they might do if you tried to pull some shit. Kept things real chill. Travis liked that part, even if he hated having to lug his valuables with him everywhere he went.
For almost three years Travis had been trying to get Las Vegas to let him have a Zombie Walk. In every instance he'd come close then failed to meet the signature requirement. This year something had happened he'd never dreamed of in a million years. This year Asphyxia Stardust had taken up residence in Thunderdome, coming to UNLV to pursue a Masters in communications and bringing with her the first ever Zombie Con to Sin City.
“Vance? How'd they get you spun up in their spiderweb again?”
Vance shrugged his shoulders as both Flynn and Garrett turned on him.
“Well,” Vance began, looking beyond uncomfortable at being dragged into the whole thing. “All I know is, I was planning on degreasing an engine from a '67 Chevy this weekend but I got a call from Garrett that he was heading to grab some moonshine from Pyro, you know, from Satan's Disciples out in Barstow? Guess he was on a run and ended up dropping through Paradise to see an old lady. I figured if I couldn't get the engine clean with it I could always sell it to tourists. It's kinda a long story. So the next thing I knew we picked up Flynn from the Strip I was here at Thunderdome. Tell you the truth they've been making out at nearly every stop light on the way over. I'm actually glad they're fighting. It was starting to make me squirm, all that gay PDA.”
Flynn laughed and Garrett shot him a deadly glare that quieted him back down.
“And,” Travis prompted.
“And that's it,” Vance said. “Ain't nothin' more to tell brother.”
“So where did all that makeup come from then?” Travis stood up and walked around Flynn who puffed up his chest to be admired like a proud peacock.
“I did it myself,” he confessed. “We were trying to get a cowboy to kiss me and take a picture. You know how much I love messing with the straights.”
“You're going to get yourself hurt one day,” Travis chastised.
“All I needed was the wig and a tight pair of jeans,” Flynn said ignoring the warning. “They had their hands all over me. They loved me you know.”
“I'm sure they did,” Garrett scoffed. “All that was missing was three sets of tits glued on you. They're drunken sheep out there.”
“Oh no,” Flynn said, growing deadly serious. “You've got it all wrong. Summer is over honey baby. It's now officially game on out there now.”
“He's right,” Vance chimed in, nodding his head.
“We've got a whole new influx of idiots out there,” Flynn continued. “Lots of money, lots of nice suits. It's
What Travis hadn't expected was that Garrett's boyfriend Flynn would be over pretty much every hour of the day. Travis didn't mind that Garrett was gay. Not at all. It's just that Flynn was a drama queen, blowing everything out of proportion. The few times Travis had hung out with Garrett alone thing had been cool. They'd watched football, drank beers, gone to a game on campus. Garrett was a mellow guy. Mix him with Flynn, and it was like he became another person altogether. It was like he was trying to act more gay, to prove something to Flynn. All of it gave Travis a headache under normal circumstances. Today as he literally sat on his deepest shame it was almost more than he could bear.
Living at Thunderdome had other unexpected consequences. There were always people over. No one knocked, they just dropped by your place unannounced and invited themselves in. If your door was locked it meant that you were out. Most people just left their front door ajar, letting friends and guests come in and out at will. Anything you wanted to keep got locked up or taken with you. Still crime was pretty low around Thunderdome, owing mostly to being under the watchful eyes of your neighbors. You never knew who was watching you or what they might do if you tried to pull some shit. Kept things real chill. Travis liked that part, even if he hated having to lug his valuables with him everywhere he went.
For almost three years Travis had been trying to get Las Vegas to let him have a Zombie Walk. In every instance he'd come close then failed to meet the signature requirement. This year something had happened he'd never dreamed of in a million years. This year Asphyxia Stardust had taken up residence in Thunderdome, coming to UNLV to pursue a Masters in communications and bringing with her the first ever Zombie Con to Sin City.
“Vance? How'd they get you spun up in their spiderweb again?”
Vance shrugged his shoulders as both Flynn and Garrett turned on him.
“Well,” Vance began, looking beyond uncomfortable at being dragged into the whole thing. “All I know is, I was planning on degreasing an engine from a '67 Chevy this weekend but I got a call from Garrett that he was heading to grab some moonshine from Pyro, you know, from Satan's Disciples out in Barstow? Guess he was on a run and ended up dropping through Paradise to see an old lady. I figured if I couldn't get the engine clean with it I could always sell it to tourists. It's kinda a long story. So the next thing I knew we picked up Flynn from the Strip I was here at Thunderdome. Tell you the truth they've been making out at nearly every stop light on the way over. I'm actually glad they're fighting. It was starting to make me squirm, all that gay PDA.”
Flynn laughed and Garrett shot him a deadly glare that quieted him back down.
“And,” Travis prompted.
“And that's it,” Vance said. “Ain't nothin' more to tell brother.”
“So where did all that makeup come from then?” Travis stood up and walked around Flynn who puffed up his chest to be admired like a proud peacock.
“I did it myself,” he confessed. “We were trying to get a cowboy to kiss me and take a picture. You know how much I love messing with the straights.”
“You're going to get yourself hurt one day,” Travis chastised.
“All I needed was the wig and a tight pair of jeans,” Flynn said ignoring the warning. “They had their hands all over me. They loved me you know.”
“I'm sure they did,” Garrett scoffed. “All that was missing was three sets of tits glued on you. They're drunken sheep out there.”
“Oh no,” Flynn said, growing deadly serious. “You've got it all wrong. Summer is over honey baby. It's now officially game on out there now.”
“He's right,” Vance chimed in, nodding his head.
“We've got a whole new influx of idiots out there,” Flynn continued. “Lots of money, lots of nice suits. It's
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