Luke walked into the foreign bar and immediately felt all eyes on him. The only white boy in the whole village was being stared down; some eyes were subtle, some not so much. He looked around awkwardly, maybe waiting to get kicked out, but nothing was said. He slowly made his way to the bar and sat on a stool. The eyes had followed him the whole way, there was no hiding here.
"Can I have a vodka, lime and soda?" Luke barely squeaked out.
The barman smirked, "of course that's your drink, white boy." A few of the men sitting around the bar let out a chuckle. All of them black and all of them with mildly disapproving looks on their faces.
Luke was feeling uncomfortable. The heat of the Congo was not what he was used to; he had heard that it was hot but really wasn't expecting the intensity. The stifling heat and the glares were enough to make him up and leave, but he hadn't flown halfway around the world to leave at the first hurdle.
He finally mustered the courage to talk to the man next to him. A large man, broad shoulders that hunched over his drink. His short sleeves showed off huge arms that glistened with sweat; long, thick legs extended from his shorts. "So, wh-what is there to do around here... for fun?" Luke tried to act casual.
"Just show us your pussy, white boy," the black man growled back. He twisted around on his chair, facing Luke to stare him down. The hulking figure smiled, "we all know what you're here for."