Dave takes a seat at the bar

Dave tried not to show how uncomfortable he felt as he handed his clothes into Frank and then moved into the bar itself. He could feel the tightness of the leather around his legs and the way that it creaked as he moved was distracting. On top of that, he was wishing he hadn't worn his Underarmour shirt as it left his heavy chest and six pack pretty much on display. He sighed and checked his watch - still quite some time to go.

Inside, the bar didn't look like he expected. He could have been in any bar anywhere in town. Granted, it was fairly empty at this time of the evening but he had been expecting something more ... gay. Instead, there was a long bar with TV screens that were currently showing a soccer match. A few men were sat at the bar watching the game and there were other people, mostly alone or in pairs, sat at tables. He could see signs for toilets and a backroom - again, nothing too unusual there. The barman was dressed much the same way as Dave, and he nodded as Dave slid onto a barstool and ordered a beer.

He started to pour the beer and as he did asked to see some ID. Dave slid open his driving license and the man nodded. "First time here?"

"Yeah. Just .. umm ... visiting."

"Well, it's good to see you David. Let me know when you want another one. We'll have some food available later."

"Cheers." Dave took a sip of the beer and had a look around. Most of the men in here looked completely normal and he wouldn't be surprised to see them in any pub in town. The only one that stood out was a man sat in the corner who was wearing a full leather uniform and had a peaked leather cap sat on the table in front of him. As Dave looked at him, he caught Dave's eye and nodded. Dave wasn't sure how to react, so turned back to the bar and took a nervous gulp from his pint.