To the puppy pit

You suck up some nice strong beer, helping alleviate the anxiety and insecurity of your hyperactive inhibitions, trying to keep your brain in a human state of mind. You don’t realize it until you are licking the bottom of the bowl, but you drain it faster than the other pups.

Scott sees this as a sign and rises from the booth, walking you three over to a side room with your leashes to a quieter-ish room away from the main dance floor. Here, in a lowered area is what seems like, a weird, fetish version of a playpen for animals, complete with kinky toys and devices for those that can’t use their hands. There’s also a couple of cages back here that are currently empty but can doubt be filled with an occupant if so desired.

Scott pulls you three inside, puts a tag on each of your collars, then unclips the leashes, letting y’all run wild through this space, even though it’s just a handful of pups here including you, Scott, Tony and three other pups, who don’t seem to be with each other.