A drink sounds better.

It’s 4am and you have been swapped into a new unknown character in a game you don’t know how to quit, you decide you need a drink. The closest bar is a biker bar called Fenris’s Place. The former you even marked it with a little pink icon and a smiley face. “Cool, other bikers, maybe I’m in a gang or something. The trip there is uneventful and you even find zipping through traffic to be rather exciting. You lock up the bike and your helmet and head inside. There are about a dozen burly men in the bar, all in biker leathers, jeans, boots, and every last one stares at you as you walk in. As you stroll up to the bar it dawns on you that while you have a motorcycle, you are clearly more the trendy European biker that loves long rides in the majestic countryside than the ruff and tumble biker type. It also dawns on you that you are dressed like a girl, more or less.

As you step up to the bar you hear someone say, “How about a Shirley temple for the twink.”

The bartender smiles and says, “Sure thing.” The drink slides to a stop in front of you as you reach the bar.