It was a young night, and he didn't have anything else to do, so in the time, he decided to spend the night at a bar. He wasn't someone who drank a lot, quite the opposite, he had never tasted alcohol, because he was a minor, and no one had wanted to give it to him before.
But he was sixteen now.
And yet he still didn't have any interest in drinking. He saw no benefit in doing so; maybe that was why. His way of thinking just wasn't one to allow him to do things like this; it wasn't one to let him do this so easily.
So in the end, he just found himself standing at the counter, with a glass of water in his hand, watching as the bartender worked with all his might.
"Do people really like alcohol that much around this place?" It was busier than most he had seen, and not to mention that they were going to be attacked in three days. It was so strange how they can he so happy.
The bartender chuckled as he heard him, which made Aether realize he had been talking out loud.
