Words: Hasselhoff walks into a bar

Hasselhoff
walks into a club
all leather
and flouncy cuffs
Sashays to the bar
ruffs round his neck
undulate
as music and aftershave
buffet his passing form
His feather boa
dangling
yet to droop
a colorful splash
in this
hyper-saturated
fantastic
fashionistic
psycho-maniacal
pallette

“I’ll take a scotch,”
Hasselhoff smiles
“and one for my car
though he won’t
ask for it himself
he’s not very
forthcoming.”

With drinks in hand
he turns to samba over to a booth
all velvet
tarnished sequins
where Kit
sits waiting
oscillating red light
scanning
the club for
likely targets

Kit
shy as ever

“Got you a drink”
Hasselhoff growls

“Thank you, Michael”
Robotic voice
“I am unable to ingest.
But it was a nice thought
anyway”

Hasselhoff
flicks the boa
back over his shoulder
purses his lips
annoyed to be shunned
he sighs at the ceiling
“Ah, Kit”
he sighs
“when did life
become so
kitschy?”

Then
like a meerkat
his head swivels
to follow a passing
babalicious
bodacious
brace
of boobs

“Ooh, she’s nice…”
Hasselhoff says
While Kit
wishes he were able
to drink

[from Margo’s prompt: “Kitshy”]

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