Maximilian Jez
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Maximilian nodded to the taxi cab driver who was dropping him off in front of the London pub. Max had only asked to be taken somewhere he could have a good time, and not he was infront of a pub. Back home there was no realy drinking age, only a purchasing age of 16 which he passed, but here in London there was and he didn't quite make it. He wasn't sure if he could pass for 18 and he figured he wouldn't as he looked younger then he really was most days.
Max had taken the train up to London from his home back in Rome for the weekend to just get away. He did offer to bring his sister as well, but his parents turned the offer down, much to the disapointment to Adalyn, his sister. Looking around he wondered what else Londoners did for fun during the weekend. He himself usually sat at his sewing machine and made garments for his sister to try out and see if she liked. Alot of the things he made were for her and she would wear them once and they would go and sell them to someone else who would wear it over and over.
Getting up his nerve he walked into the pub not knowing what to except. As with all there was the smell of smoke and drinks along with the usual hum of people talking. He went up to the bar and sat down waiting for someone to ask him what he wanted to see if he could get away with getting a real drink here or if he would be stuck with soda.
Max had taken the train up to London from his home back in Rome for the weekend to just get away. He did offer to bring his sister as well, but his parents turned the offer down, much to the disapointment to Adalyn, his sister. Looking around he wondered what else Londoners did for fun during the weekend. He himself usually sat at his sewing machine and made garments for his sister to try out and see if she liked. Alot of the things he made were for her and she would wear them once and they would go and sell them to someone else who would wear it over and over.
Getting up his nerve he walked into the pub not knowing what to except. As with all there was the smell of smoke and drinks along with the usual hum of people talking. He went up to the bar and sat down waiting for someone to ask him what he wanted to see if he could get away with getting a real drink here or if he would be stuck with soda.