You are at a Hooters just for the sake of it. Getting a drink from an attractive female wearing orange shorts was the basic gist of it...or so you you thought. They ARE furries after all. You take a seat in a bar stool and someone slides you a drink. Weird. You didn't even ask and they already knew what you like. You look up to see a black furred wolf with sparkling eyes, polishing a glass. She's wearing the usual uniform of a hooter and gives you a wink.