"First I'm gonna go get myself something to drink."

"See you around," the bear daddy says, slapping your ass as you pass him by. You grin at him.

Leaving the bathroom, you pass through the main room of the bar - you get a wink from the bear sitting alone at a table - and head to the where the bartender is working. It's not super-busy, and he leans forward on the bar when he finishes with the customer before you, making his thick biceps bulge. The tight sleeveless shirt he's wearing is a little damp now in the heat of the bar.

"You having enough fun?" He says, looking you up and down.