The sounds of sports television and lively chatter caught Adam's attention. Next to him was the patio of a bustling bar. Adam walked in, the smell of greasy bar food and beer filled the air of the warm, mahogany room. People clustered around standing tables, eyes fixed on any of the various sports channels being aired on the televisions fixed around.
Adam felt nerves as he walked up to the bar and took a seat on a red stool. A bartender, a young man, with a short beard and a slim, muscular build, walked up to Adam.
"What can I get for you?"
"Whatever beer is on tap is fine, it doesn't matter." Adam said, recalling how many times he'd heard people ask for beer "on the tap" or something like that on tv and movies. He hoped he sounded... adult.
"Sure thing, man." The bartender turned around began pouring Adam's drink.
"Seven dollars, boss."
Adam turned back from the basketball game that'd caught his attention. Confused at first, until he saw the tall, sparkling, golden mug, he caught on. Pulling his dad's wallet out, he fished out seven dollars, hesitated, and pulled out two more, as a tip.
He handed the bills over and thanked the bartender. He'd never felt so on par with an adult like that. He shifted in his seat. Maybe having this big, mature body would be interesting. He took a sip from the mug. The musky sweetness of beer filled his mouth. He recoiled at first but quickly fell in love with tue taste. A sip quickly turned into a chug, and soon enough, Adam had gulped down the whole mug.
He slammed down the mug and let out a relaxed, "Ahhh!"
Someone chuckled to the right of him, "Thirsty, were you?"
Adam turned to see who'd said that.