Head downstairs to the bathroom as your hiding place.
From Create Your Own Story
You grin to yourself as you leave the table, Steve still counting. Having a bear chase you here in the bar is sort of cool.
You quickly walk to the stairs, and head down. At the bottom of the stairs, you turn to the hallway - though you can't help but glance back over your shoulder at the hot bouncer, who has his back to you while he talks to another customer. Unfortunately, that's how you walk directly into someone.
"Woah," a deep voice says, and you struggle to get your feet back under you. A strong hand takes your shoulder, helping you keep your balance. You look up and see a gray bearded man in jeans and a brown t-shirt that says “Daddy” across his chest in yellow letters. He looks at you.
"In a hurry, eh?"
"Sorry," you say, embarrassed.
"I'm not," he says, letting go of your shoulder. "Hot little fuck like you can run into me any time. Bet you got a tight little ass for daddy, don't you?"
He’s a little scary. He’s probably thirty or forty years older than you, and there’s something in his gaze that’s aggressive and mean. But there’s no denying that your stomach is reacting, and there’s just something about an older man with a take-charge attitude. He's also got a good package in those jeans, and his chest is wide, with hairs peeking out over the top of his Daddy t-shirt.
"Well, do you?" he grins. He takes a swig of his beer, tipping the bottle back.
You have no idea how long it's going to take Steve to find you, you realize.
You say...
