Scumdogs - Episode 2

"Just a few more steps", he thought to himself as he made his way along the platform, trying to hide the fact that the paranoia was ripping through him. As he neared them, the dog turned towards him, panting, it's tongue hanging out - it knows! Oh please, no, not now! Sure enough, it began barking, and the 2 police officers it was with turned towards him.
"You there!"...

"And if I should falter
Would you open your arms out to me
We can make love not war
And live at peace with our hearts
I'm so in love with you
I'll be forever blue
What religion or reason
Could drive a man to forsake his lover"

God, it's strange in here, Sally thought to herself as she was greeted by the sound of Erasure's A Little Respect. She'd never before ventured into a place like this, only heard about it from Pete and other friends. This was most definitely a men only venue. One of the first things she clocked at the bar was a big guy with moustache and leather cap, who was the double of a certain Mr Freddie Mercury. Then, she was barged out of the way by a couple of guys in criminally tight pink t-shirts, who were seemingly high as a kite, waltzing past. Crystal meth, probably.
"Sorry, love!" one yelled. This place is like one big cliche, she thought - looking round, it was like YMCA spiralling out of control.

A far as she knew, Pete hadn't been here in years. It was a long shot, but where else could she look for her wayward companion?
"Sal!", came a voice from her right, "how you doing?!". It was Trevor, whom she'd known sionce school.
"Trevor! I didn't know you were..." - Sally was taken aback.
"A friend of dorothy? No, I don't think so - you don't have to be a queer to enjoy yourself here! Best club in town - nowhere else like it! In fact I bet 90% of the punters here are straight and are just here for the atmosphere, just like me!". Judging by what she'd seen so far, this theory was unlikely to be true.
"Have you met Tanya?" he enquired, referring to the slightly gothic, slightly crazy looking girl beside him.
"Hi!" said an enthusiastic Tanya.
"Hi. Listen, Trev, I need to go, I'm looking for my friend Pete. You seen him?".
"Naw, I haven't - besides he would stick out like a sore thumb here. This place is camp as Christmas in a pink tent - Pete is the straightest-looking gay I've ever seen!"

Sally decided this probably wasn't Pete's sort of place anymore and decided to try elsewhere. On her way out, a man in an indian headdress barged into her.
"Watch it!" she yelled, growing impatient with the whole situation.
"Take a chill pill, darling. Honestly, some people..." said the chief in a rather camp accent. But Sally wasn't paying attention anymore - her eyes were firmly fixed on the figure near the door with the jack russell mask on.