It's about 9pm and you decided to try and find an answer to your problems at the bottom of a bottle so, you've found yourself at some random bar in town. In an attempt to be responsible, you'd try and limit yourself to a few drinks even though youre just prolonging the inevitable drunk walk home. You glance over at the bar, debating on if you're ready to get up and order another drink when someone catches your eye

Sitting at a stool before the bar is a large, brown dog with muscles seemingly the size of your head. He's wearing a beat up tank-top, and some worn down cargo pants. His attire doesn't look the best, but his body looks just perfect for you. You're a bit tipsy, most of your reasoning and self consciousness is out the window, so you decide to see if you could by some miracle, spit some game. You rise from your seat across the bar and wander over, your eyes glued on his "hubba hubba" worthy build