You would have chosen Paper.

It looks like that's what the bartender likes to choose, too. He holds out his palm, flat, and you see that the bouncer's hand is a fist: Rock.

"Ha," Mike says, and glances at you, grinning. The bouncer curses.

"Fair is fair," the bouncer says, and slaps Mike on the shoulder. "Go on. Get."

Mike laughs, and looks at you. "Come on, before he gets really mad."

The bouncer shoves him between the shoulders, frogmarching him to the door. You follow. At the door, the bouncer pushes Mike one more time, and you follow Mike out the door.

The bartender drives you to his place, and you watch his arms on the steering wheel, enjoying the way the muscles move as he steers. At his place, he steers you right to the couch, and then kneels in front of you and proceeds to give you one of the best blow jobs of your life. He's got a talented mouth, and his hands are strong as they stroke your shaft and flick at your nipples. You're getting pretty close when he pulls back, letting your dick come free of his lips.

"Bedroom?" he asks.

You realize his jeans are tenting. Obviously he's recovered from your earlier blow job.