In the Downtown area of New York, on a not so bustling street, the sound of rolling wheels can be heard above the background noise from the main part of town. A young man rounded a corner and started to speed down the street on a skateboard, a soft smile on his face. His eyes were covered by a soft beige cap, and a blue plaid hoodie protected him from the cold air. Black jeans and a pair of blue and white skate shoes clothed his lower body.<br/><br/>The boy, at the age of 23, had moved to New York from Hawaii two months ago, set on starting his life as an adult. He felt it was better that he lived on the mainland so he could learn more about the world. He also believed that he was no longer needed back home, and that he could be of more use elsewhere. As such, he had come to this city, attending a local college and snagging a job at a local skate shop, which he felt suited him very well. He had since then fallen into a normal routine, juggling his school work with his job, and even finding times such as now to just relax and explore. He found it peaceful, and soothing, and-<br/><br/>As he came to a crosswalk, a car sped through, almost hitting him as it crossed. The driver then had the nerve to honk his horn as if it were the boy's fault. Shaking his head, the boy yelled after the car.<br/><br/>"Slow your roll, buddy!" He then sighed, crossing to the next block. He sometimes found exploring to be annoying as well. But for the most part, the city held many secrets. These included little skate lines that he enjoyed running. As an empty concrete bench came into view, the boy smiled and lowered himself. Once it was in range, he slammed the back end of the board into the pavement, and slid his front foot up, making the board ollie. He flipped the board once, and pushed the tail onto the bench, grinding it to the end. As he landed cleanly, his smile widened. It then disappeared as a low growl came from his stomach. He pulled his hat down lower, and looked around for a place to grab a quick bite.<br/><br/>He spotted what appeared to be a bar, a few blocks down a different street. He stopped, and stared at it. He'd had a few drinks since his 21st birthday, but he had never gone to a bar before. Deciding it was as good a time as any to try, he started down the street, and was soon in front of the door. The sign said Muggs, which was what he expected a normal bar would have for a name. He kicked his board up and into his hand, and entered the bar.<br/><br/>He was greeted with the strong smell of alcohol, and the sound of people talking and laughing. The room was pretty dark, so his eyes had to adjust. As soon as he stepped in, the bar quieted down a bit. He didn't need to see to tell that people were staring at the kid with a skateboard. As soon as he could see, he found an empty seat away from everyone else, and placed his board next to him. People started muttering, and laughing softly, no doubt talking about him. But he didn't care, he was pretty hungry. And he prayed that no one bothered him while he was hungry.<br/><br/>He took out his cell phone, checking the time. He honestly didn't give a damn what time it was, but sitting there awkwardly wasn't fun either. While he was mindlessly playing on his phone, he decided to check his reflection as well. Locking his phone, he looked around the bar very quickly. Although people were mumbling and motioning in his direction, no one paid him any serious attention. He looked back to his phone, and very carefully lifted up his cap to reveal his eyes, and looked at the reflection in the darkness of his cell phone. He sighed, it had already started, even though he had only been hungry for a couple of minutes. He put his phone away, and dropped his cap again. As long as he got some food, and no one bothered him, he wasn't complaining.<br/><br/>But, he thought looking around at the rowdy people in the room, the latter might not go so well. He started to observe some of the workers to get his mind off the dark glares he was getting. He watched the bartender for a couple of minutes, wondering how good those drinks were, and if he would ever try one. Afterwards he watched some waitresses move around the tables, taking orders. Some of them looked interesting, while others looked like what a normal waitress should be. He then got tired of doing that too, and so he just waited for a while. He hoped he could get his food and get out soon. He was starting to go crazy for multiple reasons.