"Hey Bartender!"
"Yeah... what can I get you?"
You pause for a second and look at the menu as you were undecided between a bear ball or a bearded boy. As you end up stalling more, the bartender becomes impatient and starts tapping his fingers on the counter.
"Whatcha thinkin' there partner?"
"Well I don't really know. You know full well when I came in here a little while ago, I was fifteen years old and never had an alcoholic drink. All of these different types are confusing for me and I just don't know which one to choose from."
"Well... in that case, I do believe I can help you out with that. All of the drinks have different effects on people and they all taste different. Like a Dirty Dog, Black Wolf or Timberwolf, those are all beers with different types of Ale. Thier effect isone that takes multiple beers to get you drunk. A Bear Ball on the other hand is like Red Bull and Vodka, or an energy drink mixed with vodka, we aren't allowed to use Red Bull because its copyrighted and since the island is a private sector in the city, we don't fall under the same rules as the public sector. A Bearded boy is very good, it doesn't burn on the way down like most of the other drinks on the board, in fact I have had more than my share of them and I can say without a shadow of a doubt, you'll like it. The effect is what the name of the drink says, it'll help you grow a beard. I mean look at me, I am fine since drinking them and I have been told by many men that come here, that they wish they could be just like me."
"Wow, that sounds like a pretty good drink! Did any of them become like you?"
"Oh yeah, they sure did and they are all very thankful for me serving them the drink as well for giving them the help they were looking for."
"Well then... that settles it. I will have a Bearded Boy, even though the name sounds weird. I guess it 'Puts the Beard on the Boy' eh?"
"Heh... I guess you could say that!"
The bartender winked at you as he mixed your drink. You look at him thinking there is something vaguely odd about him, but you decide to just trust him and down your first drink of the night. As you guzzle down your beverage, he says something under his breath and you barely catch it. You think to yourself Thats weird, why would he say Another Guy To Spend His Time With?
You ignore the underbreath statement as you figure you misheard him. As you signal him to serve you another drink, you catch your reflection in the mirror and see that it has already started to put hair on your face. As you feel your scruffy face, you notice it was a bit more chiseled and you notice that all of your clothes start to feel extremely tight. You notice the bartender checking out your appearance, licking his lips and grab his crotch. He walks up to you in stride, with another Bearded Boy in his hand, passing it to you for you to have another.
"Go ahead and drink up buddy. I know you like it, and I noticed you first checking me out when you first walked in and sat down at the bar. You'll need to be a real man to be able to keep up with me if thats the route you wanna go!"
You nod in a bit of a drunken stupor, thinking to youraelf how hot he really is and how much of a bear he was. You always secretly wanted to be a bearish guy yourself, but never really thought you would ever be one, nor did you ever think you would be able to be with one, face to face like you were now with the bartender.