"Right now I'm just a thirsty boy. Excuse me, I'm heading to the bar."

The daddy steps aside, and you nearly jog to the bar, though he gives your ass a swat as you go by. The bar itself is crowded, and the bartender is filling orders like crazy. You wait your turn, standing amid the older men and more than once having your ass or crotch grabbed. The whole room is charged with sexual energy, and you’re feeling the buzz of your first two beers even as you – finally – order a third.

“Hey!” the bartender calls out sharply as you’re paying him. He looks past you, towards where the pool tables are. “No smoking!”

“Fuck,” a man’s voice calls. You squint, and it looks like the stocky guy in the workboots from earlier. He’s holding a cigarette lighter – which he clicks off – and he angrily puts down his pool cue on the table where he obviously just finished a game.

The bartender shrugs at you. “It’s the law,” he says.

Maybe it's the beer talking, but that daddy really is sort of hot. Or the thwarted smoker might want to play a game of pool. Of course, Don should be around here somewhere...