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No, I don't need much sleep.

What are you doing here?

I told your mom I could pick

you up from school today.

That cool?

Yeah.

Don't you, like, have any friends?

I have lots of friends.

Just not, like, here. Like, online.

What are you waiting for?

I want you to show me

who hit you yesterday.

I got hit with a football.

Yeah.

What are you going to do?

Nothing bad.

Over there.

All of them?

Well, most of them give me a hard time.

Those two guys,

Mike and Ian, are the worst.

Those guys are real a**holes.

Can we go now?

Yes.

What are you doing?

They're going to a bar?

Yeah,

this place will serve you if

you're on the football team.

Well, I could use a drink.

How about you?

No.

You coming?

No.

Well, I'll be inside if

you change your mind.

What the f***?

Hey, Luke.

Maybe it's his boyfriend or something?

Excuse me.

I'm gonna need to see some ID.

You ID all of them?

What can I get you?

Do you know how to make a fireball?

Cinnamon schnapps and Tabasco sauce.

That's my drink of choice.

Let me get one of those.

A Coke here for my brother,

and I can't help but notice

that those ladies over there

are drinking cheap beer.

That seems like a shame to me.

I'd like to buy each one

of them a blowj*b shot.

- Are you serious?

- I am, yes.

Do you wanna buy

anything for their fellas?

Do I look like I'd like to buy

something for their fellas?

Might be the polite thing to do.

Sure, okay, fine.

I'm gonna get each one of

those guys a cosmopolitan.

Mister, I don't know

what you're going for,

but, I was thinking a beer.

No. Blowj*b shots for the ladies,

and a cosmopolitan for each of the guys.

You keep the change on that.

You got it.

Are you, like, rich?

Cash is easy to get.

He doesn't need to be in costume

to make an ass out of himself.

Here's your Coke, here's your fireball.

Got their shots and

cosmos coming right up.

Thank you.

You want to try it?

Sure.

God!

It's like hot peppers.

You drink that?

Yep.

How do you do that?

You get used to it.

From that table over there.

That f***ing guy?

They look annoyed.

Yep.

Thanks for the drink.

You're welcome.

I don't want it, though.

You can have it.

Well, maybe you prefer this.

My eyes!

Hey, you...

Hey, Luke.

Luke.

Cool.

You guys should get out of here.

Call the police and tell them the truth.

A gang of high school kids came in here

and demanded you serve them drinks.

Well, you tried to ID them, but,

they threatened to cause trouble.

There was a fight.

You didn't really get a good

look at the other guys.

Otherwise, I imagine you and this place

could get into trouble

for serving minors.

I mean, this is what happens.

Here.

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