(You choose your gender.) You went to a local bar after a long while of work and other problems causing you stress. When you walked in, the place was pretty busy, though one face stood out. The bartender. He was a beefcake to say the least. Very tall, big chest, big biceps, but also, a big smile. He seemed like the golden retriever type, who'd love nothing more than to ease the stress of the souls who walk through the bar doors. When you sat down on the barstool to ask for a drink, he came over with that big puppy smile of his.

Fred: Hey, what're you up for tonight?