You stare at the bartender dressed in his skin tight blue spandex shirt with the logo of Pleasure Island above his right pectoral. He was of an average buiild, but he had to be talented with the bottles otherwise he would not be a bartender. He looks right back at you, waiting for you to order your drink.
"May I help you Sir?"
"Hey Bartender... What would you recommend for a first time drinker?"
"Well there are several things I recommend, but I think there should be something special made up... just for you!"
"Ok... well that sounds good! You know I am new to drinking and I would really like a companion. Would you care to join me?"
"Well that is just it... I can't right now! I am on duty and if I did have a drink I wouldn't be able to make more for the other patrons. There is another condition too..."
"Oh... what would that be?"
"Well a month ago, I was much like you, but I was looking for work because I was on my own and I needed money to survive. So one day looking in the paper I saw an advertisement to work at the bar on PLeasure Island, but there weren't any details given besides the phone number to the main office. It was during the day with a bunch of male children was I ferryeded over here and I had my appointment at the main office. They told me that I was hired if I wanted the job, that they would house me here and to make it legal, they had a special technique to make people appear to be older than they really were, along with creating a legitimate, but fake ID and server's license. So I went to the same place you did, chose the age of 25 and then I grew up. When I returned, they told me that I had my job as long as I never drank anything from the bar. It was for the patrons and the patrons only. So you see if I take a drink, I have the potential to lose my job here. If I do this, I have no way of making money and I can't return to the real world because I shouldn't exist in this condition, nor do I have a way to prove who I am and get documents that are totally fake but can't be found out about."
"Hey, don't worry about things, my dad is very rich and he will give me anything I ask for. So money and a place to stay is not a worry."
"I guess I could have a drink or two mor maybe more with you then, but we still have to wait for the other bar hand to come in."
"How long, exactly, will that be?"
"Hmm... we have been talking for about five minutes and he was already supposed to be here, so any minute now."
JUst as he finished talking, the spring loaded doors swung in from their center and in walked a very big and burly man. The bartender looked at him, smiled and pointed.
"Alright, my shift is over and I guess so are my working days, but before we have that drink, I think we should take care of my living situation."
"Ok... well my dad will give me the money, but only if he thinks its for me alone. I just have to wonder... do you mind another guy staying with you... as roommates?"
You call up your father on your cell phone and with in seconds he answers in his big and deep voice.
"Yes David, what can I do for you?"
"Dad, you know I am on Pleasure Island right now and you wouldn't believe who I found here! It'a my Uncle that you never told me about. We got to chatting and I found out that we shared the same name and then I found out that your mother was the same person that gave birth to him. He is a long lost family member! The reason why I was calling dad is he needs money in order to buy his home here because he lives soley on the island, plus I was wondering if I could live here with him?"
"David, you know how I feel about school and how I really have found it unimportant to go for the curriculum, especially since they don't teach anything about this country's economic system, so yes you may live there with him and don't worry about coming back unless you want to."
Thanks Dad, you are awesome. I don't exactly know how much we will need, but I will call you later after talking to his landlord."
"Ok son, have a good time there, Pleasure Island is a fun place, as long as you are careful. Call me when you have the details."
You look toward the bartender and smile while he walks around to the front and sits down on the bar stool next to you. He pulled his shirt off from the bottom and then threw it at the current bartender.
"Here Jason, I wont be needing this anymore."
Jason looked over at the both of you and smiled, He used the shirt to wipe his brow and proceeded to taake his shirt off because he was extremely hot. You looked over at your new friend and roommate and noticed he barely had any definition to his chest, unlike the current bartender.