A group of drunk Satyrs found at The Black Cock at 7 or 8 pm.
As you walk towards the table of drunken satyrs the combined scents of arousal and booze hit you like a fist to the face. The drunk hairy goat men, unlike the satyr waiter, are beer bellied with muscle ripped arms and short unkempt excuses for horns. You spy several tall standing erections among the men as they shout for more beer, beer that is already being delivered to their table. One of the patrons smacks their satyr waiter’s ass as he sets the beer down. He just chuckles and pulls an arm from around his waist, telling his customers he can’t play and he has to work. They seem rowdy, rough and horny.