Scars and past times

Chapter 1 A Night at the Bar

I peek inside the door anxious and curious if he was inside the bar. A small bell chimes when I open the door fully. The ring echoes in my ears and the bartender quickly glances up at the door still filling a glass with a white liquid. I pretend I am old enough to be in here and walk casually inside and sit at a table. My eyes scan quickly over the small crowd gathered around a singer on stage singing blackbird by the Beatles. In my opinion she was quite good. I sing along in my head almost forgetting what I was doing here. All of a sudden a man appears in front of me. He had a light skin shade with a white mustache. His skin, wrinkly and crisp. "I'm sorry for this interruption, may I please see your ID," he asks. I stutter and nod my head. Slowly I pull out my drivers license. He browses it up and down, his dark brown eyes quickly move up and down then left to right following a pattern. He says "sorry kiddo, you're not 21 yet. I'm gonna have to kick you out." I start stammering as he lifts me up from the table. My eyes scan quickly again over the crowd by the stage. Clapping starts to echo around the room signaling the end of black bird sung by the lady. All of a sudden my eyes catch Billy sitting next to another lady. He was sipping a beer filled to the brim with carbonation bubbles slowly overflowing and racing down the sides of the glass. My face straightened and my eyes glare at his face. I scream his name and his head jerks back. His eyes widen and he slowly gets up from his chair shocked that I was in the Bar. He slowly approaches me already planning what he's going to say. The bartender escorts me outside while Billy closely follows behind.