At that exact moment Tina came back, expertly carrying two pint glasses filled past the brim with brew but somehow not spilling a single drop. She placed one in front of Brad and the other in front of Mike. However before he could grab his glass Brad pushed it away with his hand.
"Yeah know what? Forget the usual Tina, me and Mike instead will have some Bear Tonic."
Tina smiled wryly. "A Bear Tonic, huh? You really think you need that, Brad?"
A broad smile opened up between the thick beard on Brad's face. "Yeah I see your point, Tina, I know I'm pretty stacked in that department," Brad chuckled, running his hands through his facial fur and grabbing his substantial gut. "But that's the whole point in coming here right? Why not push the envelope a little?"
Tina smiled and nodded. "Yup, got it then, two Bear Tonics coming right up!"
Tina went back to the taps and began assembling two of the concoctions , setting aside two large beer steins, each with a large bust of a bear scuplted into the front. Jason looked on as she did trying to understand what kind of drink they had coming.
"So what goes into a Bear Tonic?" Jason squeaked.
"I'm not entirely positive, since every one is a little bit different, depending on who is serving that night and who the customer is, but I know it has a combination of Grow Juice, Fuzz Muster, Muscle Toner, Belly Buster and Older Ale. There's a lot to it and everyone reacts differently, so I dunno if I'll end up looking like this galoot right here," he said, clapping his hand on Brad's meaty shoulder, "or something completely different. We'll just have to wait and see."
Brightly, Tina carried the drinks over to the mismatched pair of gentlemen, foam sloshing out the sides of the overfilled steins as she did.
"Two Bear Tonics for two strapping gentlemen" she said with a smile, placing the drinks in front of Brad and Mike. They both opened the lid and looked inside, and saw the dark, amber-colored concoction held within.
"Smells strong," Mike said, screwing his face into a grimace.
"Exactly my man," Brad replied reassuringly, "now drink up - it'll put some hair on your chest." With a wink, Brad pulled down the neck of his black t-shirt showing a sneak peak at the luxurious man pelt hidden beneath. He brought the open stein to his mouth and took a couple healthy swigs of brew, leaving a solid layer of foam all along his thick black mustache. "Now come on, Mike. Cheers! It's your turn," he said, motioning for Mike to take a swig of his.
"Here goes nothing," Mike said under his breath before starting to chug his drink, unsure of what changes awaited him.