"You're not even eighteen, right? How did you get into the club?" A stranger prevented Eric from drinking by taking the glass from his hand.
"My drinks... Who the hell are you?" In an annoyed voice, Eric turned around and saw a handsome young man in front of him. Unlike the others, he dressed in a formal black and white suit. However, a bad-boy vibe surrounded him.
"Hey, give her any non-alcoholic drinks other than these." He ordered the bartender.
"Excuse me, sir, I don't think you have the right to make the decision for me. What I can drink or not is none of your business..." Grabbing his glass, Eric confronted the man.
"Maybe not, but inside this building. My words are the rules because I'm the manager here. If you are above eighteen, show me your ID, and I will let you have any kind of alcoholic drink." Eric couldn't argue with the statements. In the disguise, showing his ID was more like revealing his truth.
