Grab a drink at the bar..

From Create Your Own Story

Your boots scuff against the sticky hardwood as you approach the bar, its polished surface reflecting the flickering red neon above. The air smells of spilled beer and old wood, with an undercurrent of musky cologne. You rest your elbows on the bar, waiting for the bartender's attention while your eyes adjust to the dim lighting.

The walls are lined with glossy black panels, adorned with lewd sketches of muscular men in various states of undress—some barely covered, others proudly baring it all. The hum of distant chatter blends with the low thump of bass from somewhere unseen. It's not packed tonight—just a handful of patrons scattered across the space, their silhouettes softened by the haze of cigarette smoke lingering near the ceiling.

"Hey, what can I get you?"*

The bartender's gruff voice snaps you from your thoughts. He's a burly guy, his thick grey beard framing a knowing smirk as he leans slightly over the counter.

"A beer, please,"* you reply.

He nods, pulls a chilled bottle from beneath the counter, and pops the cap off with practiced ease. Condensation drips down the glass as he slides it toward you. You toss a few bills onto the bar and take a slow sip, the bitter taste sharp on your tongue.

Your gaze drifts again. At the far end of the bar, an older man sits perched on a stool—short salt-and-pepper beard, white tank top stretched over a solid frame. He catches your eye and lifts his bottle in a silent toast before taking a swig.

Then movement—two broad-shouldered men stride toward a stairwell marked *xxx *, their thick arms brushing as they descend. One slides a rough palm over the other’s denim-clad ass, squeezing before they disappear into the shadows below.

Do you—

Ask the bartender about downstairs

Or

Sit and sip your beer and let the atmosphere sink in, watching, waiting, seeing what unfolds