You would have chosen Rock.

It looks like that's what the bouncer likes to choose, too. He holds out his fist, and you see that Mike's hand is showing two fingers split: scissors.

"Fuck," Mike says, and glances at you. So does the bouncer, who looks at you like you're edible. You feel a shiver travel all the way up your spine.

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

Mike laughs, and looks at you. "Thanks for the blow job. See you around, assuming he doesn't break you in half."

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 Mike leaves, shaking his head.

You look at the beefy bouncer. "Break me in half?" you ask.

The bouncer grins. "I like to dish it out rough, boy." He leans in close to you, and you catch a slight scent of his musk. "If you're begging, I'm enjoying myself. I'm a little afraid I'd break you."