Three men

When Rico left, the temperature in the bar fell below zero. You squirmed around in the barstool. Earlier eyes shifted to focus on you and interaction you had earlier. "It's okay, I'm going to be okay." The thought rushes your mind meant to calm you, but you still stand on edge.

Nothing happens for a few minutes, not for the next or two hours, hell even your boner dies down. But as time passes, you start receiving drinks. "Courtesy, of the fellas over there." Said the devilish bartender, pointing over to a bunch of guys in a corner booth. Two of them pure moreno. Dark ,chocolate skin with jet black curls that pull at you. Unassuming, masculine, with dustings of stubble on their face. The other man with them, had pepper red hair, scruff on his face, big pale blue eyes. Staring at his body as discreetly, as possible, you notice that he's as built as a tank, with muscles that bulge out at the sleeves of his shirt. All three of them flash toothy grins at you. They then stand up and go to the bathroom, the red head looking back at you with a knowing smirk.