What do you do?
Fuck them, I'm grabbing a drink.
You waltz up to the bartender, a tall canine gentleman in a suit way too good for this place.
He feels wildly out of place till you walk closer and see a pink thong where you expected dress pants.
"can I get you anything boy?"
he swivels towards you, tail wagging as he's cleaning a glass out.
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