A Penny |E.D|

Chapter 1

I slammed down the shot glass and shook my head at the burning sensation.

"Happy birthday Libby!" My friends shouted.

I smiled at them and hopped off of the bar stool.

"I'll be back, I need to pee."

I made my way to the restroom and opened the door.

I opened my eyes wide at what I was seeing.

Two strangers practically having sex on the dirty, full-of-germs sink.

I turned around instantly and bumped into a tall figure.

"My bad."  I said.

"No no, it was my fault."

I looked at his eyes and just blinked.

"Ok."  Was all I said.

I walked away and was pulled back.

"Ok. . .two possibilities, we could just skip the part where you watch me from across the bar continuously waiting for me to make a move because you find me undeniably attractive and hook up already. . . Or, we could skip to the part where I take you home because you and I both know, that you're not over 21."

"Or. . . You could just mind your own business and leave me alone."

I rolled my eyes and walked back to my friends.

"Hey, who was that you were talking to?" Chelsea asked.

"Just some creep"

He walked in our direction and smiled.

"Excuse me..."
He said to the bartender.

"W-what can I do for ya?"

"This girl here and her three friends are not over the age of 21."

I looked at him and instantly dropped my jaw open. How could he just rat us out like that?

"With all do to respect sir, I checked their iDs
And they seemed—"

"Who's the boss here?" He asked in such a rough tone.

The poor guy behind the counter blinked a couple of times in what looked like fear and gulped.

"Y-you are, sir."

"Their ID's are fake Jackson."

"Oh, w-well I didn't know."

The guy smiled and looked over at us.

"Now, either you go home, or I call the cops. The choice is yours."

I looked back at my friends who were slowing backing out of the place.

I picked my bag up and looked at the guy with such hatred.

I rolled my eyes and began walking to the door.

"A Penny!" He shouted.

I stopped in my tracks assuming he was talking to me.

"What?" I turned around knitting my eyebrows together.

"I'll give you a penny for your thoughts." He smiled.

I walked up to him and saw the penny facing heads on the bar.

I smiled down at it and picked it up.

"My thoughts huh? Well I think you're an asshole for not minding your own damn business when you're told to."

He gave me a light scoff and asked;

"How old are you really?"

"You really expect me to answer that after what you just did?" I turned around and walked out of the bar.

This is by far, the worst birthday ever.