"It's pretty tight, yeah."

You give him as much attitude as you can muster, and he smiles.

“You expect me to just take your word for it?” he asks.

You smirk. "Other option being?"

"Other option being I take you into the bathroom, fuck that tight little ass and find out for myself," he says, with a wolfish grin.

You open your mouth to answer, and then something strange happens.

The lights go really dim.

“It’s Friday night!” a man’s voice announces over some sort of speaker. “Time for Blackout at the Midtown Pub!”

The bar has been filling up for some time, and at the dimming, there are cheers. You look around, confused.

“Blackout night,” the daddy bear says, over the hoots and hollers. "Perfect timing."

“What’s blackout night?” you ask, stunned at his blunt come-on.

He leans in, and you can feel his beard against your ears. “Last Friday every month, the lights go down, and the place gets wild.” He tugs on your belt again.

"How about it?" he says. "You want daddy to plow your little boy ass in the bathroom?"