Go to the bar

The bar is long and one of the most visited places. You barely find a place to stand. At least girls seem to have it easier than the boys. A lot of guys make some space in hope to chat and pick up one of the girls. You are still speechless by some choices of clothes. Most of the girls wear something you would rather wear as underwear. One woman, who is surrounded by tree guys looks like a domina from a BDSM dungeon. And only a hand full of girls wear dresses like you. To be fair, some are very stylish.

You feel two guys touching your ass until you arrive at the bar. You would have turned around and slapped them, but you are not sure how this would end in a club like this. A little annoyed you look at the card with the drinks. There are a lot of soft drinks, alcoholic drinks and interesting looking cocktails. You are not sure what to pick. Suddenly a bartender comes to you and places a drink with a pink liquid in front of you.

“The two guys over there want to buy you a Pink Princess,” the bartender informs you quite neutral, “you're not obligated to talk to them if you don't want to. I'm happy to tell them something if you want.”

“That’s very nice of you,” you reply friendly, “please tell them I’m grateful and will consider meeting them. But I just arrived and need a moment first.”

The bartender nods and you look at the card to check the drink you just got. The Pink Princess is a very light alcoholic drink. It’s mostly raspberry-cream-liqueur mixed with some other juices. Suddenly another bartender appears in front of you with a glass that looks like coke with ice cubes.

“The guy in … oh, you already have a drink,” the bartender begins a little confused, “I … well, the guy in the suit over there bought you a Texas Ranger. Strong ****, so be careful. You seem popular tonight. Do you want me to tell the others to stop or slow down the drinks?”

“That would be nice, thanks,” you reply and look at the two drinks, “I need a moment to decide what to do next.”