| Road Trip Challenge: Part 6 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We went back to the hotel for a few hours to rest a bit, drop off all our purchases and have some dinner. I decided to take them to the St. Charles Café for dinner. A small local pub on the corner of St. Charles and Martin Luther King Jr. They had a wild selection of great burgers. I ordered the Crawfish Etouffe Burger while the others looked at me like I was crazy and chose more normal burgers. All eyes were again on me when my burger arrived topped with a ladleful of crawfish etouffe between the meat and the bun. Disregarding them, I picked up the burger as best I could and took a bite, etouffe oozing out of the burger in ever direction. It was delicious. We waddled the five blocks back to the hotel, all bellies full near to bursting. After lying on the bed moaning that we’d never eat that much again we changed into fresh clothes for an evening of roaming the French Quarter and Bourbon St. and set back out on the streetcar. This time I finally took them down party-street central… Bourbon St. The strip clubs and bars became more numerous the closer to the heart of the quarter we got. The neon signs blazed, different flavors of jazz floated out of each bar we passed. The smell pizza, crawfish, and beer permeated the air. By this time of night the street had already been blocked off and it was safe to walk right down the middle, which we did… enthusiastically. Every time we had to pass through one of the many standing groups of people who eternally thought it was Mardi Gras, Cherry and I got hounded from every direction to “Show your tits!” I pulled them on, pushing and shoving, enjoying the fact that my preternatural strength gave me leverage here because when I pushed, it actually worked instead of it being taken as a lame suggestion. We finally stopped for daiquiris at Fat Tuesdays (http://www.daiquiris.com) , across the street form Yesteryears, my favorite place for darker souvenirs. I got a Mud Slide Daiquiri, Nathaniel got a Hurricane one, Jason a Sex on the Beach, Cherry a Pina Colada, and Zane got 190 Octane (Orange Juice and Orange Flavors with 190 Grain Spirits). We sat watching the people pass us by while we downed our drinks. We finished up our visit to the bar with Jell-O shots and then continued on our way. It seems we visited every sex shop that inhabited Bourbon St., dragging Jason out of several and overruling his requests to visit every strip club we passed. Zane and Jason both finished off a yard of beer and we all had hand grenades – a very toxic mixture of liquors. It’s not hard to get a lycanthrope drunk, but it was always hard to stay drunk with our metabolism, so we were drinking more and faster than the surrounding tourists. We danced in the Cat’s Meow; we drank more with the drag queens at Oz (http://www.ozneworleans.com) – Nathaniel and Jason securing us all free drinks for 3 hours by doing an impromptu strip tease on the bar. I sat drinking White Russians with a drag queen who didn’t make much of a woman but made up for it with her flaming personality, watching my beautiful Nathaniel prowl the bar top like he owned it. The Oz always had male dancers on top of the bar so that was nothing new for the patrons, but it was obvious they had never had anything like Nathaniel up there before. Jason wasn’t doing bad himself but he was closer to the usual type of men that danced there. I watched as men shoved dollar bills and scraps of paper that were sure to hold phone numbers down the front of his pants. He finally made his way back to me, sitting on the bar facing me with a leg on each side. “Honey you need a blow job,” said a new queen that came up on my right side. I slowly swung my head around, my vision catching up a second later, to face the queen. “Nah, but I’m sure he could use one about now,” I slurred slightly. I laughed and turned my head back to Nathaniel. He leaned over me and kissed me sloppily. I ate at his lips, tasting the mixture of sweet liqueurs left there by the many shots offered to him. The patrons surrounding us hooted and hollered then pulled us apart and sat a shot on the bar between his legs. The queen on my right pointed to the drink, “That’s a blow job.” I went to grab it but he caught my hand and pulled it behind my back then reached around and took my other hand and brought it behind my back as well. “Now drink it,” he said laughing. The tan creamy liqueur was topped with whipped cream and looked yummy. I leaned my head down but instead of taking the drink I sank my teeth into the smooth flesh of Nathaniel’s thigh where his shorts ended. He sucked in his breath and I looked up to see his head thrown back. I watched as Jason crawled up to us on the right side, downed a shot that was handed to him, and then covered Nathaniel’s mouth with his, much to the roaring approval of everyone in the bar. He cradled Nathaniel’s head in his hands and continued ravishing his mouth. I, like everyone else couldn’t take my eyes from them. Through all the teasing over the past couple of years, never once had I seen them kiss, though it had been insinuated many times that they had before. There was something entrancing about my Nathaniel being kissed by another man… ok so it was only Jason… perhaps I would have a different reaction if it were someone else. They finally separated and Nathaniel looked me in the eyes with a slow dreamy smile. I smiled back at him and lowered my head again, this time taking the drink in my mouth and lifting my head, tossed it back. The liquid was smooth as silk going down, the whipped cream melting in my mouth. Nathaniel removed the shot glass from my mouth and then leaned over and licked away a small trace of cream from the corner of my mouth, pulling away with a smile when I tried to turn my head and kiss him. Tease. At that moment I don’t think I had ever wanted him more. I wanted to kiss him the way Jason had. I wanted to run my hands over his naked body. I wanted to feel him inside of me. But try as I might, I couldn’t think of even a single semi-private place to have my way with him at this very moment. I jumped off the barstool, swaying slightly. Nathaniel and Jason jumped down behind me making sure I wasn’t going to fall over. “I think it’s time for us to go,” I said to them. “But we’re having such a good time,” Nathaniel said, pressing his body the length of mine. “Yeah, that’s the problem,” I said. “If we stay here any longer I’m going to end up f*cking you on that bar.” I finally got my way and kissed him. We gathered up Cherry and Zane, said our goodbyes to everyone and left. Instead of going back up Bourbon, we decided to take St Ann St back to Decatur. We needed coffee – we had probably consumed enough liquor to give a normal human alcohol poisoning. At 3AM, the best place to get coffee was Café du Monde (http://www.cafedumonde.com). ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 7 Index |