You were not even old enough and you somehow made your way into a bar. The Last Drop.

Maybe people just did care that someone young was here but you didn’t get stopped until you tried too order a drink. the bartender laughed in your face and just said: “Nice try kid. But your not getting shit all from me.”

You groaned and started to get desperate. You saw a strong and terrifying looking woman and you approached her. Maybe she would buy you a drink if ypu were nice enough.

You came up to her and crossed your arms looking down at her playing cards with some men. “Silco isnt taking guests.” she said to you coldly. You laughed and shook your head. “im not here for “silco” im here for… a little drink…” you said as you came up behind her and massaged her shoulders. She elbowed your stomach and shook her head with a smirk.

“Your not getting shit from me kiddo.”