[ One thing Chase knows for certain: he's not 21. And yet? That doesn't stop him from sauntering into one of this town's bars as if he's totally old enough to drink. Does he even like alcohol? He has no idea, can't remember any which way. But apparently rule breaking is something that comes naturally to him; regardless of what he can or can't remember, he gets a thrill out of it either way.
So he sits next to one of the only other guys in the bar-- older, fit, cool hair that Chase is almost envious of-- and flashes him a quick, cocky grin before trying to get the bartender's attention.
It... doesn't exactly go well. He just gets a deadpan look, and a suggestion that he try ordering some pop. ]
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So he sits next to one of the only other guys in the bar-- older, fit, cool hair that Chase is almost envious of-- and flashes him a quick, cocky grin before trying to get the bartender's attention.
It... doesn't exactly go well. He just gets a deadpan look, and a suggestion that he try ordering some pop. ]