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"Crazy Americans," the middle aged bartender mumbled while pouring one of his
customers another drink. He was mainly referring to the young blonde boy sitting at the
counter dressed in a tuxedo. The boy looked so tired and dazed and judging by his pale
complexion he wasnīt feeling very well.

At first he had ordered a beer, having to show his ID since he didnīt look of legal age. The
bartender, good at judging people’s age by their looks was in for a surprise. The boy had
atucally turned twenty one years old. The same age as his own son.

After a while the boy had called from his cell phone, then asked if he could have, “One
Jeagermeister, please.”

This had the experienced bartender caught off guard and his years in Germany had finally
paid off. Since this was an international bar he was able to meet his customers request and
soon he gave him his first shot.

The boy grinned, explaining that he wanted it for medicinal purposes. It had been great for
some other boy referred to as Kevin. He seemed to have respect for this Kevin person and
he seemed important to him. The boy continued to explain that it was great for the killing
of flu germs.

Hiding a smile, the bartender had thought that all that it was good for was killing off time
since the boy would be in no shape to be up and about after drinking that liquid. It was
strong and he certainly would have been better off getting to bed.

He poured the brown susbstance into one small shotglass and then handing it to the boy,
who was named Nick. Nick seemed to hesitate a moment before drowning the whole
glass, getting cheered on by his friends.

The bar was filled with Americans and it seemed like this was some hot star band loaded
with lots of cash.

The party’s leader was a Latino man going by the name of Howie. Howie was no where in
sight while Nick was devouring the shots. The bartender was sure that if Nick’s older
friend had seen what was happening, the boy wouldn’t have downed that many glasses.

“One more!”

Money was placed on the counter. A man with a tatoo gestured towards the boy. The
bartender wanted to say no, but the customer by the name of Freddie, looked annoyed and
patted the money.

One more Jeagermeister shot was poured, and Nick downed it while getting egged on by
his so called friends.

"Okay Nick, one..two..three. Go!"

At the word go, Nick downed the glass, making an grimace from disgust, then putting the
empty glass upside down on the counter besisde the other one. He was rewared with pats
on his back by his friends.

Shaking his head once more the bartender couldnīt believe how someone in his right mind
could drink that stuff. It tasted like cough syrup! Another request for a shot was given and
this time the bartender took courage saying, "I think he has .." He was rudely interrupted
by another man from the band. "Do your job."

Ít was clear that Nick’s friends were into getting the young boy wasted. Nick was
giggling, the shots hitting him pretty hard. The bartender poured another glass, handing it
to him, but not without a warning at hand. "Be careful." The blonde boy nodded, his bangs
chopping in the process as he took another shot.

Wonder where his real friends are, the bartender thought. The boy would need them since
he was getting more and more drunk. He was laughing, but also having a hard time sitting
straight on his chair.

After Nick had downed his fourth glass the Latino man joined him at the counter. "Nick,"
he said firmly "I think you’ve had enough. Come on."

"Howie!!!" Nick seemed to be genuinly happy and gave his friend a hug, nearly knocking
them both down on the floor in the process.

"God, Nicky. How many drinks have you had?"

" Three..no, four Jeagermeister!" Nick slurrled while counting the drinks on his fingers.
“Itīs great..Youshould try it!"

Nick breathed into Howies face and the Latino backed away, disgusted. "No thanks. Gosh
Nick, you stink! It smells like you have downed a whole bottle of cough syrup."

The bartender watched with concern as the dark man tried to get the blonde to stand. The
friends had left as fast as they came. Another man by the name of AJ had entered the scene
after a quick call from Howie.

Nick seemed glad to see this man too, but he wasnīt met with such excitement back.
"Come on Ajee!! Let’s have some fun.I wanna fuck some babes!" Nick shouted clinging
onto the small man.

"Fuck. Nick snap out of it," AJ was lightly slapping his friend on his cheek, trying to get
his attention.

"THIS IS GREAAATTT!” the blonde continued, shouting. He wasnīt quiet for a second.

"No it isnīt," Howie snarled. "Nick you have to sober up. Shit, we’re going to meet some
pretty high people and you are wasted!" he shouted, the panic evident in his voice.

"Take it easy, the boy just needs some black coffee, and then maybe puke, then he’ll be
good to go," AJ seemed like he had been into the situation before and he was handling the
situation with calmness.

"I donīt wanna pukeeee!! I feel so goooooddd, I wanna screeww everyoneee!!!" Nick
sang, then laughing at his own words. He waved his arms, hitting AJ in the process.

"Nick, fucking shit..this isnīt happening," AJ mumbled while Nick was leaning heavily on
him again.

"Hey Ajee, youīre right, we look like penguins," Nick seemed to pick up his friend’s style
for the day and he was grinnig widely." Do you think that there are some Japanese babes
that I can bang at the dinner? Maybe under the table?"

"Shut up!"

His friends werenīt too amused and AJ started to accuse Howie for getting Nick this
drunk. "Itīs not my fault, I swear, " Howie said, grabbing his head. "Kevin is going to be
so pissed. Not to mention Bruce. My ass is toasted!" The Latino man had a pained
expression in his face.

The skinnier man seemed to calm the other down. "Chillout. Nick is a big boy and he can
stand up for his own actions."

Nick who had been quiet for a while, started to giggle again, Thatīs not all that is big!" he
grinned, "Wanna see??" he begun unzipping his pants when AJ slapped him hard across
the face.

"Knock it off. Now youīre going to listen to me.....Nick!"


The blonde was hanging with his head, grinning. Another dark man came into the bar,
followed by a young girl in a black dress. The bartender looked in amusement as the scene
continued.

"Kevin!" Howie said in surprise, his voice changing into panic. So this was Kevin
the bartender thought, continuing to watch the live show.

"What the hell is going on here? We were waiting in the lobby when Sarah came in and
said that it was an emergency. Taking a quick look on Nick he realized the situation.

"Nick..Kaos," he said, trying to get the boy’s attention.

Nick gave an wide smile, " It worked," he slurred.

"What?" Kevin seemed very irritated. Nick was talking jibberish again.

"Iīm well.. the flu.. itīs gone. The Jeagermeister did the trick!"

Kevin looked like an question mark, "What the hell is he talking about?" he asked Howie
sharply. Howie explained the situation, shortly and after that Kevin frowned, almost
smiling. "Okay Kaos..come on. Let’s get you out of here."

The bartender watched as the three men helped their intoxicated friend out of the bar.
Shaking his head once again, he murmured to himself, "Who needs TV?"