The Bottle Of Whiskey

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"Dammit!"

"What is it Izumo?" I asked.

"We're out of whiskey." he pulled out the bottle of whiskey and gave it a light shake. "Not even a drop left."

"So?"

"So, I want you to go out and buy some more." he handed me seven thousands  yen.

"Anything else?"

"We need more peanuts." he added.

"Got it. Be back soon." I got my lazy self up from where I was sitting and out of the bar. I walked to the closet grocery store.

P.O.V Mikoto
I had woking up from a nap and decide to have a small glass of whiskey. 

"What would you like?" Izumo asked as he cleaned a mug.

"Hit me with the good stuff."

"We're out."

"Then hit me with a beer." I put my hand on the bar. Izumo got out a icy cold beer. It slid perfectly into my hand.

" Akene's on her way to get some. She'll be back soon." he in formed me. I was about to take a sip of the beer, but something  sounded off.

"All alone?"

"Yeah."

"You know she's underage." I took a gulp of beer.

"Yeah, she i- OH, SHIT!"

"This is going to be fun." I smirked.

P.O.V Akene
I headed straight for the peanuts, checked out and walked cross the street to the liquor store. I went to the whiskey aisle.

"Where's so many different whiskies. Which brand should I get?" I wondered. I viewed each bottle. I saw a price tag that read fifty dollars and forty- six cents. It was the cheapest one. I grabbed it and headed to the checkout line.

"Hello." a old woman  behind the counter greeted.

"Hi." I set the bottle on the counter. She scanned it.

"That'll be fifty dollars and forty- six cents."

"The woman must think I'm not from here." I thought.

"Alright." I handed her the rest of the yen.  She bagged the whiskey. "Thank you."

I reached out to grab the bag.

"I need to see your license."

"Why?"

"To see if your twenty- one or over." she said.

"Oh, that's right. The age you can drink is twenty- one. Why didn't Izumo remember." I thought.

"Sorry I left it in my car." I lied.

"But you didn't come here with a car."

"Damn she's good."

"I parked over at the cafe." I lied again. She looked at me.

"Sorry, I have to see that license. I'll hold this bottle for you while, you go get it from your car."

"Just let me leave!" I shouted annoyed. A couple of bottles behind me shattered. I cringed. The woman looked at me with fear in her eyes.

"You're a-a..." she stuttered. "I'm calling Scepter 4!"

"N-no!" I waved my hands, but she had already dialed the number.

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