Mom Said… II 23D

They continued in silence. The street getting more quiet, less people walking around, less cars passing by. They turned corner after corner. Both quiet but very certain they were lost at this point. But they didn't care. Tom texted and Sawyer kept his eyes on their path.

When Tom looked up, he spotted a bar. LIQUID. In cursive, on the side of the building. It's light bright enough to lure them in. He tapped Sawyer. "Check it out, a bar." Not too far ahead, in neon red: CLUB RED. "Oh cool! A club." Tom was clearly excited.

Sawyer shook his head. "It's too early for a club."

"Then we go to the bar and wait it out." He was eager for both. "You think they'll let me in?"

Sawyer assessed him. "You don't exactly look old enough."

"You're not old enough either. But we're tall enough."

Sawyer scoffed, shaking his head. "Sure. Let's see if that gets us through the doors."