Not So Bright: Urban Fantasy

Anansi thought werewolves were not so bright. They were definitely more driven by their instincts than ordinary humans, who were dumb enough, and their instincts were not so smart as those of coyotes. Coyotes he could respect, and he understood why his Trickster cousin loved them so. He looked around the room, seeing the half-drunk, loud men, constantly hitting on the women who were not properly modest, easily making friends with each other until bar-closing and then never seeing each other again or fighting. That was not so different. But Anansi's acquaintance, the hand-shaking man, would have harvested the whole bar before they knew what was going on. A busty brunette wearing dull black, even if it was shiny and too tight, her hair undone and hanging down uncared-for, strode into the bar. Anansi saw the sword hilt protruding between her shoulder blades and sighed. Another one.


Inspiration: Can't recall. Found a post-it sitting on my desk with the basic idea.
Story potential: High.
Notes: Culture clash time in urban fantasyland! Woo! Take bog-standard urban fantasy tropes and throw in an alternate mythology (African?). Stir and watch culture clash do interesting things. Could do in small, but might try to be a novel.