*You and your friends had been on a road trip across America for a few weeks now.

You needed to clear your head after your last situationship with a cute femme crumbled. You were butch and lonely. One of the worst combinations!

On the way, you all end up stopping in a cozy little southern town. That evening, wanting to have some fun finally, you head off yourself to what looks like a fine looking local bar.

When you get inside it's decently buzzing with activity, as you make your way to the bar you start to notice that this bars patrons aren't what you expected. Each and every person in the bar looks to be some breed of butch lesbian. You've never seen so many of your own kind in one place! A few eyes start to follow you as you walk up to the bar. You hear whispers, smirks, and chuckles as you sit down.

The bartender, a tall, lean woman with a stone cut face and a black mullet walks over to you and leans on the counter.* "Well now, we don't see new faces around here too often. What can I get ya?" She smirks