Upset transforms into uncertainty as your mind processes the size difference between you and the bouncer, and you find yourself backing away as he pockets your driver's license.
Glancing bleakly past your reflection, you see your buddies crowded around a table just inside the bar, drinking and laughing-- apparently having a very good time. Turning, you start dejectedly walking back towards your car. Jamming your hands into your jacket pockets, you encounter the jar of Age Cream. You'd forgotten that you had taken it with you to show to your friends...
"Twenty bucks I'll blow you, fifty I'll give you a quicky!"
Huh?! The voice had come from an alley you were passing.
Turning, you see a skinny young woman, dressed in too tight clothes she seems to have been wearing for a while now. She is looking right at you.
"Look, kid, you couldn't get into a bar, and I really need some money for a special purchase, for just fifty bucks I'll pop your cherry and give you something to talk about at school Monday," she offers, eyes darting up and down the street. "I'll even provide the condom."
"What makes you think I'm a virgin?!" you shoot back defensively. It seems that at least some of the teenage mindset has returned with physical youth... and the teen hormones. You find yourself standing there, thinking about how it has been a while, and your young body IS ready to go...!
"Look, it was just a guess and I don't care," she replies, looking back at you. "I just need the money, and figure you have some you were going to spend anyway, if you got into that bar. I don't have booze, but do have something a young stud like you could use. So, you wanna go or should I wait for someone else?"