Kei sighed softly. He had just gotten the job at the Tequila, bluffing about his age by using a fake ID. He didn't enjoy lieing much, but it was pretty much the only way he could get the job at the Tequila.

He had found that being a waiter was a lot more easier than he thought especially when in the process of prying information from the drunkies. To tell the truth, he thought that he looked cool when he did so. It was like being a spy. Of course, that was just a fifteen year old's dream.

He was handing out beer, trying to act as normal as a bar waiter can, when a voice called to him.