The Story of my Life

Our English friend, Lucy, who's a bartender-slash-cousin of the owner, is back from a month(?)-long vacation. She wanted to meet up with friends so she invited everyone to Piedra for some drinking (on a rainy wednesday night). At Piedra, Lucy's cousin, a 15-yr-old, needed someone to show off to his sister. He needs money, and in exchange of that he needs to prove that he and his friends met girls in the bar. Lucy used to think I was 12 because I'm too small and skinny. Therefore, she saw me as the best candidate for the part. I didn't have to do anything. I just have to smile and shake her hand. So I agreed. As we walk to meet her sister, this teenager held my hand as if to show that "hey, we're together". It felt like I was molesting him so I let go. After the small talk with his sister, Iasked him again why he's doing this. He said: "My girlfriend is in Embassy waiting for me. She always pays the bill for us. Tonight I promised her that I'll pay. But I spent all my money on these shoes (points to his white sneakers). So I need my sister's money to pay off our bill." Kids stuff.

The deal is $50 for three girls.