I step out of my car and head to a bar instead of going to a party. Quickly I find my fake ID. The bouncer takes one look at me and crosses his arms. I have been able to get into a few bars without using my ID but evidently I will be using it tonight. I hand him my ID and he looks over it.
My eyebrows raises as he looks at me again.
"Go ahead," He says as he hands my ID back to me.
I smile and walk into the club. The music is playing loudly and there are a lot of people here. Not as many as I thought, but still a lot. I take a look around the bar. The whole place seems weird. Everyone and everything seems to be moving in slow motion. I take a few steps and notice the bartender looking at me. He looks to be about 27 years old. I notice he has black hair and green eyes. Finally I decide t
