"Just your type, huh? Tell me more."
From Create Your Own Story
The bartender grins at you, but has to serve a few more patrons before he gets the chance to answer. You enjoy watching him work - his biceps flex every time he opens a twist-top, and his chest, covered in the sleeveless shirt, is obviously buff. When there's a brief lull, he puts a beer down in front of you.
"Young, horny, cute, and direct," he says to you, answering your question. He leans in close, and whispers, "and tight." He taps the beer bottle. "On the house. Find me again when it's last call."
You nod, and he goes back to work. You take a swig and turn around slowly. The bear makes eye contact with you again from his table, and this time you raise your beer back at him. The daddy is still staring at you from the hallway, too, and he winks. Deeper into the room, you notice that there are two pool tables at the rear of the room, and a dart board. A stocky guy is standing apart from two guys playing pool, obviously waiting for his turn. He’s wearing workboots and a grass-stained t-shirt, and is probably around forty. You can’t really make out his features from here, though.
Damn! The Midtown pub is a veritable feast! You wonder who to chat with first.
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