The Bar

What better way to start than going at the bar! Although you never were a big fan of ****, you never shied away from it either. It could also be a good way to find a girl that could make you forget your break-up for one evening. You want to feel something. The only thing you have felt since the break-up was pain. You wanted to feel desired.

As you step out of your car, you see a couple girls rushing to get inside the bar. This looks promising, you think to yourself. You had not seen them for very long, but you already knew that they were pretty. As if chasing them, you follow them into the bar.

As you enter the bar you notice that it also has a 1950s look on the inside. What was this obsession with old-fashioned items? There was an old jukebox in the corner, everyone smoked, men and women alike were dressed in a retro style. You don't linger on that question for too long as you liked the aesthetic. Everything seemed to fit in surprisingly well... except for you. Was there a party night you weren't aware about?

While your head was spinning, a bartender calls for you from over the counter. You snap out and look at her. She is averaged height, wearing all black, which went well with her wavy dark brown hair. She has pale skin and big brown eyes. Her figure is your ideal type. Not very huge breasts, but a thick butt. You almost forgot your ex for a moment.

"Sir are you feeling okay?", she repeats. You approach her slowly, still almost dizzy from your trans.

"Yeah, don't worry about me, can I have a beer please?" You say looking at her. Her beauty was still stunning you. However, your mind always came back to your ex. "Why did she leave me", you thought.

The waitress hands you your beer and approaches you over the counter. "So... what's your story?" she asks.

Stuttering a little you manage to tell her the story of how you were going through a rough patch and how you ended up in Pleasant Lane, omitting the story about your ex as you do not want to bother someone with a sob story.

"I remember the last time I had a rough patch", she says, "that's also the reason I came to here in the first place. Don't worry about it. I know its weird, but this place has a way with helping people find their better self. You'll see, in no time you'll be back on your feet and better than ever!"

What she said seemed too good to be true. Albeit you needed that as you were only feeling pain and would do anything to make it subside. You stay silent as she continues.

"You know, the first thing that I did to get better was to talk to the locals. I know they may seem bizarre at first, but you'll learn to love them!"

That was easier said than done. You always were the shy average looking guy, especially since your girlfriend had left you. You lost a lot of weight, not contributing to your looks as you seemed to float in your clothes. The waitress on the other hand was stunning, no wonder she could make friends easily.

However, part of you knew that talking to people was the right thing to do. You thank the waitress for the beer and the words of advice and start looking across the room. There are many beautiful women at the bar, but you notice 3 in particular. A fair-skinned blue eye blonde girl that came just before you did with her group of friends, a brunette that seemed to be with another girl, and the waitress that you just spoke to.

You get up from your stool...