Well... Feminists would be pissed, but otherwise...

By the time you arrive out front of the bar, you are certain your entire face is glowing red. You had lost count of the number of men who had cat called you on your way in. It had taken a lot of effort to keep from responding with teases, maybe flashing a little skin. You slow as you approach the front door, taking a few deep breaths, trying to cool off your skin and relax. Pausing for a moment, you look up at the bar's storefront.

New World Bar sits close to the outskirts of downtown, residing in the bottom floor of one of the furthest-out skyscrapers. It is a small place, and is almost never packed with people. While it was a relatively casual place, it had a reputation for being a touch fancy when the bartenders felt like it. Tonight, it seems a bit busier than usual. Of course, you had never been here on a Friday or payed it much attention when just walking passed. The sounds of music and laughter resonated through the partially opened front windows, bringing a smile to your face.

Finally feeling relaxed enough not to be embarrassed by your blushing cheeks, you take a breath, walking up to the door and heading inside.

It's more crowded inside than it had seemed from outside, but you manage to slip your way through the crowd towards the bar. You smile as your approach catches the bartender's eye. He gives you a look over, clearly appreciating the view.

"What can I get you, beautiful?" he asks as you reach him.

"Hmm..." you pause, realizing you hadn't actually thought about what you might want to drink in the first place. "Any recommendations?" He smiles.

"Just came up with something new this afternoon, actually," he begins. "If you like vodka, it's worth a try."

"All right," you smile and nod. You watch as he sets about mixing a drink with vodka, vanilla, Sprite, and Dr. Pepper, garnished with a vanilla blossom. He passes the drink on to you, watching as you take your first sip. A smile crosses your lips as you lower the glass. "Yum."

"I call it the Cosmonaut." His grin widens slightly as you laugh a little at the name. You thank him for the drink and move out of the way just in time to avoid a large group of women a few years older than yourself running you over as they descend upon the bar.

Sipping on your drink, you walk through the establishment, taking in the crowd around you. There are a lot of younger people, closer to your age, standing and sitting in groups, clearly having a fun time talking and drinking. A few people seem to be alone, like yourself, some of whom are sitting with their backs mostly to the crowds, clearly not interested in talking to anyone. You settle down at a small table towards the back of the room, smiling as you look out at the crowd. The near-silent affirmations blasting through your ear drums encourages you to check out the guys nearby.

There is one brunet about your height talking with a group of friends, clearly here for some sort of celebration. His gaze seems to be settled on you while he continued conversing with his companions. A few feet from him is a blond about six foot three who seems to be here for a bachelor party. His friend points you out to him, it seems, as he shortly looks in your direction, checking you out before flashing a charming smile. Next there's a pair of black men a few years older than yourself who, in turn, seem to be focused on you. They could pass for basketball players, they are so tall. Finally, there is an asian man about your age who is sitting alone, clearly trying not to stare too obviously in your direction.