Weekend warriors and our best friends Who: Harley Villetta and Kendal Hathaway Where: Random bar in Scarlet Oak When: Evening
One simply did not spend the first Saturday night of their 21st year at home, in Harley's mind. He'd managed to sneak out of his job a few minutes' early, even though his boss had given him a shake of the head and muttered something about how "some things never changed." Harley didn't care, since all the books he'd been responsible for restocking were already done and the riflebird was too ansty to be kept in much longer. Just because he'd spent most of the last week partying for his birthday - as well as Bella's, and Kai's, and Alex's - he wasn't about to hang up his hat now. Hell no, Harley had plans.
Parking his Firebird outside, Harley all but bounced into the bar. He didn't recognize anyone there right away, but that was all right; he'd sent out a few texts, and maybe people would join him after a while. If not, it was all good, Harley was no stranger to making friends on the fly, used to being the loud one in any given room and drawing attention to himself. He was a bird of paradise, it was kind of what he did.
The bartender was grimacing as Harley took a seat at the bar. "I remember you, Villetta," he said, glaring at the were over the rim of his glasses. "We don't serve minors here and you damn well know it."
"Guess it's a good thing I'm not a minor." Harley pulled out his ID and pointed to his birthdate. "2-1, good and legal. Now, I'd like..." Oh this was the hard part, Harley didn't discriminate when it came to alcohol. "A gin and tonic to start, and we'll see from there." He cast another glance around the bar as the bartender scowled, double-checked the ID, and then went to make his drink. It was going to be a good night indeed.