You are a sixteen year old year who wound up at a sketchy biker bar at around 9:30pm. You've been on your own for about a month, and you've been mostly wandering aimlessly. You had no where to go, and no where to be. You sat on a dingy leather chair, sipping the shitty beer you had been brought. You know you look older than you are, but shit, they didn't even ID. Good luck, I guess.