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"You have ID, son?" Rumbled out of the throat of a meaty, tall, tattoo'd liquor store cashier. "You aint' getting any liquor without ID."

"ID? Come on man, does it look like I'm a day under twenty one?" came a reply from an equally tattoo'd, black haired, six foot two man. "Come on bro, just give me one vodka. I'll do my thing, you can do your thing." The man, Zach, had a bottle of Stolichnaya vodka in each hand, both rested on the counter. He leaned forward slightly before offering, "look, I'll even pay double. Triple?"

"Get out of my store, son," was all the response Zach had gotten out of the annoyed cashier. For about three minutes Zach had been bantering with him up until this point. He wasn't trying to buy any liquor, he just wanted to mess with the guy. He didn't have an ID, or a license, or any form of identification for that matter, not even a birth certificate.

"Alright, alright. Whatever. See ya' later guy," Zach chuckled playfully, turning around and walking towards the door. He set one of the bottles on a shelf on his way out, still holding the other in his hand. Letting out a small laugh, he strolled out of the bar, with his free booze in hand infront of him. Casually he made his way over to a bench across the street and sat down setting the bottle next to his left foot. He retrieved his ipod from one of his pockets and powered it on, scrolling through the menus to find the song he was looking for. "mm here you are," he said aloud to himself, as "This Calling" by "All that Remains" began to pour through the speakers of the headphones around his neck.

Zach leaned back and picked up the bottle, opened it, and took a sip. "Wild Cherry vodka, what would I do without you," he asked himself as he gazed blankly across the street. A couple of young girls had caught his attention, as had a group of drunks. He frowned slightly knowing what was probably about to go down.