Today’s word: Elephant, Toenail, Pigeon, Spaniard
Word count: 428
Completion time: 1 hour
Summary: Everyone just stop stereotyping
Note: This is not to have a go at girls who get sexualised, this is purely ironic
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It was a very typical club – typical booming bassy
music, typical loud lairy drunks, typical high-pitched heel-wearing girls,
typical raunchy rowdy guys.
But, not to stereotype.
Three girls, all probably underage and desperate
for sex, were sitting at the edge of the club in a booth with red chairs. The
booth stood directly opposite the dance floor, giving them the perfect view of
people who were trying to impress others with their twerking, grinding, or what
one might call a drunk pigeon dance (it doesn’t need explaining; just imagine a
drunk pigeon trying to dance).
Gabby, the blonde with platform shoes strapped uncomfortably
to her feet, shouted to the others: “Hey, if you had to pick, what kind of guy
would you go out with?”
“Would Prince Charming be too obvious?” the
brunette, Charlie, asked before examining her recent manicure.
“It’s obvious, right?” the third girl, Leslie,
stated.
The others raised their eyebrows in expectation.
“...A black guy,” she filled in for them. “It’s
obviously a black guy.”
“Why?” Gabby asked.
“They’re all hung like an elephant, duh.”
“Ohhhh,” Gabby and Charlie chimed in together.
“I dated a black guy once,” Gabby bragged, holding
her head up and glancing sideways at both girls.
Leslie’s face lit up. “Really?”
Gabby nodded.
“What was it like?” Leslie put both elbows on the
table and leaned forwards, scooching herself closer to the other two who sat
opposite.
She tapped her nose with her forefinger. “A lady
never tells,” she giggled, putting a hand to her mouth. “You’ll have to find
out for yourselves!”
“Tell you what, though,” Charlie began, staring into
space and slowly smiling. “I wouldn’t mind a Spaniard.”
“What?” Gabby.
She looked at Gabby. “You know, Spanish men.”
“Oh...”
“Yeah, they’re just so sexy, you know? The accent,
the skin tone, the passion in their eyes. ...Like Antonio Banderas.”
“Who?” Charlie.
“The guy who played Zorro.”
“In what?” Gabby.
“The Legend
of Zorro...”
“Oh... Yeah, I guess Spanish men are pretty sexy.
A lot of foreign people are, I suppose!” her face changed and she nudged
Charlie in the arm. “Well, except...”
Two Asian men of indeterminable race danced up to
the booth, both with a drink in their hand.
“One of them looks like a toenail,” Gabby
whispered to the table.
They all laughed; it was very hilarious.
The man who reached them first put a hand on the
back of the seat that Leslie sat at and leaned forward, smiling at them all. “Well
hello, ladies.”
“Stop sexualising us!” Leslie exclaimed, trying to
force herself to cry.
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