The Wallclimber

Chapter 3

My face was lost in a sea of bodies. People gathered around to hear a few people speak. They were to speak about the current "predicament". That's what they're calling it.

"Are you getting any of this?" Matt leaned against me, pulling me out of my bubble.

"I suppose. Something about leaders and order" I mentioned, not actually knowing what was going on. These Perdido kids were all about grades and decentness. The only ones that didn't care for that were druggies like Howard -who sells to Coates too.

Oh the children at Coates, I wonder what sort of chaos is erupting there.

I suddenly felt arms brush against mine as people started leaving the area. Matt grabbed my arm and led me out through the crowd.

We suddenly stopped in front of an almost empty bar.

"What's with you today? You're acting more introvert than normal" He crossed his arms which highlighted his muscles.

"I just thinking about Jessica and May" I lied softly. I know he wouldn't believe me but he would take this as a "we'll discuss it later".

He nodded disapprovingly and ran a hand through his dark brown hair.

I glanced behind us, spun on my heel, and pushed the door leading into the surprisingly clean bar.

Matt shuffled in behind me, feeling a bit distressed but our jaws dropped in awe at how lovely the place looked.

The floor was all a deep brown wood paneling with lighter and darker tones that contrasted against my white converse. There were wooden round tables that matched the floor and bright red cushioned chairs that surrounded each table. The bar itself was glossy and the wall behind it was a mirror with multicolored glass bottles on wooden shelves. It was pretty simple but lovely. My father would've loved it here.

"Customers?" A brunette behind the counter stated to herself. Her long hair was pulled into a ponytail, revealing the dark red undertones.

"We're too young to-" Matt started saying until I cut him off.

"Yes"

He gave a weird what-in-the-hell-are-you-doing look and rolled his eyes at me, plopping onto a bright red stool. I sat down in a crimson stool next to him, leaning over the bar with my elbows.

"What do you have?" I asked, forcing a polite grin.

"Practically everything. My dad restocked right before all of this mess" She finished cleaning a whiskey glass and set it before me.

I made a face at the glass and shrugged, "a whiskey then, I guess".

The girl grinned widely and wrang the top off the whiskey bottle. She then skillfully poured the auburn liquid into the small glass.