Who: Bobby and John, OT Pietro When: Sunday night Where: THE bar What: It's Bobby's turn to have a dad bash over alcohol. But it seems he's not the only student that likes to drink daddy issues away.
Normally, Bobby stood out like a sore thumb among adults. He wasn't that tall and he tended to look his age, if not younger. But the newly minted seventeen year-old had a few things going for him that he normally didn't. He hadn't shaved since Friday, which didn't amount to much but made him look a little older. His hair was pushed back now too from snowcap hair, so he didn't look quite so 12. Couple that with the fact his usually grinning and suspicious face had been replaced with a dull, bitter one and you had the best passings for a legal adult Bobby had ever been.
He sat at a booth at the bar, so it'd be easier to not pick out his age and discuss things with prying ears. He had invited John along because, well. This was he and John's thing. He was trying to get along with the boy better, and this was just something he preferred to do with him over his other friends. The main reason, of course, was the last time they were here. John had been dealing with daddy issues. Now that Bobby had some new ones, he selfishly hoped John would return the favor. It also helped that Allerdyce had a fake ID and introduced Bobby to this place, which didn't seem to care much about drinking ages anyway.
Starting with a flavored Smirnoff, pussy as it was, Bobby began chugging the thing like it was normal soda. He paused to wipe his mouth, glancing across the booth. "...what a fucked up week, huh?" For Bobby, he hadn't said much of anything on the way over. In fact, he practically avoided talking about his weekend. That reasoning now seemed to have vanished. "You know what stupid thing I did this week?" Bobby was already acting drunk, as if you could get second hand inebriated from the smell of a bar. "I went to see my parents. BRILLIANT!" He shouted with a fake English accent, spoofing a Red Bull commercial he had seen.