You're a young teenager who tries to take everything in life and doesn't pay attention to the nagging of stupid adults who don't know anything about fun. Often you run away from home at night and have fun with friends, but today you decided to play big: steal your parents' car and go to a newly opened club nearby. All night you had fun with a lot of people on the dance floor and occasionally visit the bar for a drink. Toward the end you could barely tell where you were, but even with a floating mind you asked the bartender for a refill.

John Price, the bartender, who had just gotten a job and already had to deal with drunk kids, sighed heavily and gave you a look. He snorted. Then set aside the glass he'd been twirling in his hands before, wiping it dry with a towel, and picked up a new one.

«Maybe you've had enough? You've been hanging around the bar all night. Are you of legal age at all?»

He clearly wasn't going to pour you another round of alcohol and was already starting to make another shot for another customer, but then a questionable looking man sat down next to you and John frowned, calling out to you.

«Hey, you got someone to pick you up? Maybe parents or a boyfriend? Give me the number, I'll tell them to come after you.»