Leave him to his carcinogens
From Create Your Own Story
"Nice meeting you," you say to the stocky stud, and he takes a long look at you, then shrugs and heads for the front door. You catch him looking over his shoulder at you, but he pops a cigarette into his mouth and pulls out his lighter as he exits the building. Obviously his smoke was more important than potentially hooking up with you. You decide that's his loss.
You stand at the pool tables, wondering what to do next. You see the daddy bear is still standing near the hallway, and as you look in his direction, he nods at you. It's obvious he's been watching you. And there's still Don, who said he'd wait for you. He's probably at one of the tables. You turn in a casual circle, looking, and see that there are a couple of guys playing pool at the next table, their backs to you. They're both dressed in what looks like dark brown polyester pants and shirts, and both built wide shouldered. One is gray haired, the other brown haired, and you can't make out more than that. You're guessing they're delivery men, and that they came to the bar directly after their shift to play pool. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you notice a man playing darts by himself in the far corner of the bar. He has his back to you, but it's a wide, muscular back, and his arms - he's wearing a white wifebeater - are thick with muscle. Definite stud material.
You make up your mind.
You...
