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Taking a moment to take his seat across from his partner in crime for the night, Jackson blew out a breath as he finally sat himself down. Setting his drink down in front of him, he took a chip from the nacho pile on the plate between them.
“I just got carded, can you believe that?” He sighed, albeit smiling as he did so. “Do I look younger than 21?” He questioned, looking to his friend. “Never mind, don’t answer that.”
Event’s and festivals were not his thing, not even in the slightest. Before everything had happened, he would be all over this. But, not being able to do much because of his leg, it kind of put a damper on the whole situation. He had told himself that he’d go later in the night to listen to the bands and watch the fireworks, yet here he was, in the heat of the day wandering slowly through the throngs of people. He had gotten himself a beer from his brother’s booth, for free of course. He was just about to take a sip from said beer, looking to the side at a pack of people cheering over something, when he bumped into someone, spilling his drink down the front of him. “Shit...Uh. fuck. I’m sorry, my bad.”
“Just my luck too.”
Things were slow at his brother’s bar tonight. Having just opened, people didn’t quite know about it yet, and he didn’t blame them. They had some sort of hippie with a guitar singing in a corner of the bar, sending soft melodies through the place. There was a lone person sitting at the bar, no bartender in sight.
Moving from his stool near the door, Jackson walked behind the bar to stand in front of the person. “Can I get you something? My brother own’s this bar, so, you know. Drinks on the house since you’ve been waiting so long. “
“I don’t usually do this, but could you maybe help me up?” Jackson was beyond embarrassed that he was asking a total stranger to help him off his seat. The booth in the bar had been ridiculously low, and was easy to fall into. That should have been the only sign he needed in order to find a new seat, but he had sat here anyways, and didn’t feel like struggling with his physical disability just to stand. He had been too stubborn and wrapped up in his own pity, that he had been sitting there for an hour or better. It was only his need to pee that made him swallow his pride.
