The Goat pub: Bounced
As a relatively giant yet unqualified person who loves to hang out at bars, bouncer was an obvious career choice. I grew up on mean streets of the city, tried my hand in crime and after an unpleasant experience while mugging a couple, I let it all go to be a bouncer at the goat pub. It was a standard irish club with a choice of whiskeys, dark irish beers like guiness, good music, some food. It was rarely full, maybe on big party nights and big football games. Aside from tussle or an argument here and there, there wasn't much to do. I occasionally checked IDs to avoid underage drinkers. If someone got too drunk, I would escort em out. I liked it a lot, in fact I developed a crush on one of the bartenders - Sophia. She was spunky, full of life, around 5'6" in height, blonde, and slightly broader than your average girl, not fat. She had a Tiger tattoo on her shoulder and dragon tattoo on her thigh, she usually wore black mini-skirts and crop tops. I loved talking to her durin...