[ WP ] A sudden , horrible storm traps a group of strangers in a bar together .

They called Freddy the'Bar Clearer', because every bar he went in, all the women cleared out. If you've ever busted a guy's lip who was hitting on your little kid sister, there's a good chance that was Freddy. John, the manager, gave an exasperated groan from the VIP box, as he saw Freddie swagger up to the bar. The bouncers would have to be severely reprimanded for this breach of security. Already, the girls beside Freddie were packing their drinks into their purses, getting ready to peel. That's when the first blast of thunder shook the club. The lights flicked off for a minute, replaced by the club's emergency backup generator; the music was cut off. 
 
 `` Holy sheep!'' exclaimed Alex, the senior bouncer, using all his muscles to yank the door shut behind him. `` Boss,'' he yelled up at the VIP box, `` it's a flash-storm like you never seen before! George got swept away!'' George was the junior bouncer. John, the manager, felt a brief moment of relief, George was probably the one responsible for letting Freddy'Bar Clearer' get inside, and now John would be spared from having to dress him down. The relief was quickly forgotten when the second blast shook the building. All the girls screamed. 
 
 They were n't screaming about the weather. It was Freddy, he had gotten his shirt off and was doing his infamous party trick, wiggling his man-tits at anyone with eyeballs. 
 
 `` Ma'am, you ca n't go out there,'' Alex said, catching a bachelorette party queen in his big burly arms. She and her entourage were fleeing Freddy like their lives depended on it. The bride-to-be squirmed out of her fancy dancing dress, pushed the door open in nothing but her underwear, and immediately vanished into the maelstrom outside. Before you could lick your fingers, the whole bachelorette party was gone. `` Damn it!'' Alex was holding onto the frame of the door to prevent being sucked out himself. With all his pull-ups strength he dragged himself in, narrowly dodging a table that flew out because of the pressure difference. Slammed the door again and this time he locked it. 
 
 Either there was a surprise Justin Bieber concert, or else Freddy was up to another of his tricks: it was nothing but screaming girls wherever you turned your ears. Sure enough, there was Freddy, up on the bar, dancing and shaking his hips. 
 
 `` Sir,'' John the manager had worked his way down out of the VIP box, `` I'm going to have to ask you to sit down quietly until this storm passes!'' He made a move to grab Freddy, but Freddy was too caught up in the dance to notice. Right where Skrillex would'drop the base' in the imaginary song playing in Freddy's head, Freddy performed a tremendous kick, accidentally nicking the manager in the face. The manager stumbled backward, impaling himself on a coat rack. Poor John, catching his guts in his hands, pinned to the wall like a jacket, and the last sight he saw was Freddy blowing kisses to disgusted patrons. 
 
 `` Enough!'' bellowed Alex. He had grabbed the club machine gun from its hiding spot behind the bar. Arms still trembling from his ordeal at the door, he struggled to aim. Another thundercrash drowned out the roar of the gun's mighty motor. But Freddy danced and swerved, the mating dance of his kind, and every bullet missed. Bullets pierced the walls and the ceiling, and the stormrains swept in. Bullets pierced the shrieking girls, liberating them from Freddy's oppression. When the clip ran out, only Freddy and Alex were left standing, in a club that was rapidly disintegrating into the relentless storm around it. 
 
 `` Where'd everyone go?'' Freddy finally finished his dance number and clambered off the bar. `` Hey Alex. I always wanted to get you alone, you beast.'' 
 
 `` You... You're gay?'' Alex could n't believe it. Was there even one single girl in town that had n't rejected Freddy at one time or another? But then again, none of them ever gave Freddy a chance to say more than one word before. Maybe his intentions had been misunderstood all along? 
 
 `` As gay as John Wayne,'' Freddy sidled up beside Alex. Both men's bodies shimmered with sweat and muddy stormwater. 
 
 `` I... I never knew,'' Alex said, tossing the machinegun aside and embracing Freddy. `` Why did n't you let me know sooner!'' 
 
 As they embraced, the storm winds finally ripped down the walls and the ceiling. Maybe the storm that night was fate, I do n't know. But from that day forward, no girl in town was bothered by Freddy's advances ever again.
