I walked inside the brown pub and the chatter of voices exploded in my ears. “Hey Aaron” I heard from voices next to me as I walked up to the bartender. “A Milk Punch Cocktail please.” I told the bartender. “Coming right up.” he said. As I waited for Jackson to come, I remembered how he is so close to winning the election for president of the United States. Helping Hamilton was such a hassle, now Jackson. I sighed as I was waiting for my drink and my friend.
The bartender slid the drink across the wooden counter to me. As the drink got into my hand, I heard Jackson yell from the doorway, “Aaron, I’m here.” “ So Immature,” I thought. As he was walking towards me, I noticed that the men around him just looked at him, with wide eyes. When Andrew got to the counter, he called the bartender and asked for water. As the bartender was pouring his water in his cup, Andrew whispered to me,” I don’t trust this place. So dirty.” I rolled my eyes.