Memory (H2OVanoss)[Completed]

Chapter 26

"Hey," I slid onto the bar stool next to the kid. "I'm not one to talk, but aren't you a little too young to be in a bar?" Smirking with humor, I looked at him.

He shook his head, hand wrapped around a half-empty glass of beer. "Fake IDs can get you a long way, dude." He raised his glass in a cheers motion.

"What can I get you to drink?" The bartender held a towel, using it to clean a glass as he asked me.

"Strongest whiskey you got." I answered, turning back to the kid. I pulled out my own fake ID. "You got that right."

Raising his eyes, he looked at the card skeptically. "How is that not real? Yours is so much more believable."

I shrugged. "Being a twenty-year-old alcoholic does wild things to you. Life is hard." The bartender slid my drink over to me, I nodded in thanks.

"Preach." The kid raised his glass again, cheers-ing as we both took a long swig of the alcohol.

"Evan." Holding out my hand, I smiled at him, my other hand still curled around my beer.

"Marcel."

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A few drinks later our conversation was interrupted by my phone buzzing in my pocket. Pulling it out, I checked the caller ID. Tyler. Damn.

"Give me a sec." I told Marcel as I answered the call, pressing it to my ear. "Yeah, Tyler?"

"Dude, where the hell are you? I thought you were in your room but apparently you're not."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm fine, Tyler, promise. Just went out for some fresh air. Don't worry."

"Evan of course I'm going to worry, you just finished healing from when you got shot."

"Look, I'm not dead, okay? I'll be fine." Frustrated, I hung up, placing the phone on the counter in front of me, taking a sip of my drink, finishing it completely.

"Who was that?" Marcel asked, looking at me with worry as I ordered another round of drinks.

"Tyler, my friend, he's a major dick." I said, taking a sip from the new drink the bartender handed me. "He just doesn't trust me."

"Well, you are aggressively drinking whiskey." Marcel pointed out.

"Well, you do have a point there." I put down the glass, checking the time with my phone. "Damn. It's getting late, I should go."

"Yeah, me too, actually."

"Want me to walk you home? The streets are no place to be walking around alone."

"I'll be fine." Was his quick reply.

"Are you sure? Don't want a kid like you getting hurt."

"You're only like two years older than me, don't call me 'kid'."

I shrugged, getting up as I tossed a few crumpled bills onto the counter- enough to pay for both of our drinks.

"You don't have to pay for me." Marcel said, gawking at the money like he's never seen it before in his life.

"It's fine, trust me, I have enough." As I began to walk away, I lightly rubbed my newly healed wound.

Marcel had followed behind me. "You okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I just got shot a few weeks ago and it still kinda hurts every once and a while." After I had spoken I realized I said too much.