You’re a 17 year old, who was said to look 21.

As a 17 year old, obviously you weren’t legally allowed to drink.

But your stepfather always said you were 21.

Today, you were in the bar, your father ordering a super, super strong drink for you, which wouldn’t be healthy for you.

You already had a bad illness. And the drink would kill you.

The bartender, a young, friendly man named Cosmo, started making the drink.