Chapter 2: Bear Bartender: Andy
Rook is working the second shift from four to twelve and I decide to have a drink at The Bear Den on Tettle Avenue. The bar is loaded with bears of various sizes and colors. Some are seated at the bar, some dancing under a glittery globe. Others are tucked away in a shadowy corner, providing or receiving sticky blowjobs. The walls are a steel hue, as well as the floor. Chrome accents the joint as classic rock is blared from speakers.
I sit at the bar, order a long neck beer, and take in the bear bartender named Andy—with coal-colored full head of hair and matching beard, whimsical green eyes that just about drop me to my knees, six-two frame, 240 pounds of all muscle, no tattoos. I guess about forty-two-years-old, and just about as cuddly as a stuffed anim
