Chapter 269: Blue Fish (15)

The music was booming through the speakers in the pub. A large crowd had gathered that night because of a football game which was going to start. The bartender was busy serving orders to the customers who were either drinking or chatting with each other. 

"Vodka!" One boy ordered. "Make it strong."

The bartender narrowed his eyes in suspicion at the boy and his group of friends. He looked like he was in his teens with dirty blonde hair and a youthful face. The boy was wearing a football jersey and was probably fresh out of practice.

"ID," the bartender said. "We don't serve drinks to minors."

The boy sighed and took out an ID. "Will this do?" he smirked.

Pursing his lips, the bartender took a look at the ID. He frowned but there was nothing he could see wrong with it. The ID looked authentic and no matter how hard he tried, he could not refute the claims.

"Now, give me vodka," the boy ordered. "For five."