"How did you..." Haylie looked back at the man and then followed on Fred's heels, both teenage girls making their way to the bar past the door guy with no problem. Haylie was, she had to admit, impressed. She was convinced this was going to end badly, possibly hilariously, but definitely with both of them getting it reported back to the school for detention.
"Okay, little miss Big Deal." She grinned. "How exactly are you going to convince the guy at the bar to let us buy drinks, then?"
Haylie's jeans were a boy cut, her tshirt too baggy on her and hung over with a zip up black hoodie. She had messy hair piled on her head in a half-bun kind of deal. After a quick look around the bar, Haylie decided this was as good as it was going to get in a small town like Camden, Maine. It was probably the only bar in town, so she'd like to not fuck it up in her first year at the new school.