Hidden in Plain Sight // A Spiderfrost Fanfic

Chapter 35

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Peter's POV

I had to stop several times to look at maps and ask for directions because I had been asleep for most of the trip the first time that I visited this bar. It frustrated me that I didn't know exactly where it was.

Eventually I found my way and strode confidently through the swinging metal doors. The laughter of drunken men and the clink of pool balls filled my ears as I inhaled the rustic scent of alcohol.

A few eyes swiveled in my direction but most people were too busy shouting and downing beer to notice the sixteen year old that just walked in. I looked around and noticed that most people that were in here were battle-hardened gang members and assassins, although I did spot several teenagers pretending to be tough that no doubt had fake IDs.

I looked around for any familiar faces and spotted Weasel serving drinks behind the counter. I didn't know who else to talk to, so I walked up to him with both hands shoved deep into my pockets.

He spotted me as soon as I slid onto a bar stool.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, picking a up a glass and filling it with amber liquid. "Is Wade here or something?"

I shook my head. "It's just me."

He narrowed his eyes. "Are those tear streaks?"

I glared at him and he backed off.

"Well why did you come here?" Weasel questioned and slid the glass to a nearby patron.

"This is a bar," I said waving my hands around. "Why do you think I'm here?"

Weasel raised his eyebrows. "No way. You're just a kid!"

"Call me a kid again and I won't hesitate to tear you apart."

"Okay, okay. But I can't serve you alcohol because you're a minor."

I looked at the bottles of alcohol lined up on the counter and picked one up. "Then I'll serve myself."

Weasel sighed. "Please don't."

I popped the cork and took a swig. "Too late, rodent."

He heaved another sigh. I rolled my eyes and dug in my pockets for the wad of cash that I took from Wade and tossed it to Weasel. He barely managed to catch it.

"You're welcome," I told him and took another sip.

The liquid burned my throat as it went down, not to mention the dry taste, but I kept drinking it because it had a numbing effect and it helped ease the pain that I experienced today. I rolled the glass bottle in my hands and looked at the label. Hardcore whiskey.

Weasel helped a few people while I nursed the bottle. He returned a few moments later.

"Are you okay?"

I swallowed another mouthful. "It kinda tastes like cardboard."

Weasel made a face but I didn't pay enough attention to catch his questioning look. Before he could ask, a younger guy took the seat next to mine. He started putting his blonde hair up in a messy ponytail. He was wearing a leather jacked studded with what looked like diamonds.

I rolled my eyes and looked away. He groaned in frustration and threw the hair tie onto the counter.

"Need help?" I offered.