At the bar

You find the bar stools to be mostly empty, a lot of people are gathered in large groups around the tables. The bar itself is quite bustling, a lot of people moving through. The dancefloor is in full use with fast beat dance music pumping in. Easy to get lost amongst the people.

Sitting on the stool the bartender comes over immediately, you've never been served that quickly before... as a man... That thought makes you uncomfortable again and the pit of despair returns to your stomach. You ask the bartender for a shot of something strong to try and drown the pit burning in you, and he graciously agrees. As you swallow down some sort of sweet shot of sambuca he mixes together a quick cocktail for you.

"A Pina Colada for the beauty queen," he says while refilling your shot glass, "enjoy your evening señora."

Sipping the cocktail feels sweet and creamy, can't even taste the ****. 'Must be **** free,' you surmise, looking at the Very alcoholic shot glass. '**** shots with sweet, refreshing drink to wash it down. Makes sense.' You innocently think, not thinking about the excess ****.