Seventeen

Frederick drove into the bar Larry had given its address on his way back home. He had just wanted to go home and sulk but on second thought, he decided to hang out with Larry excluding the other two.

He sighed and got off the car before walking up to the entrance of the bar, and ringing the bell. The door opened revealing an older man who smiled at him from behind thick-rimmed spectacles. His gray hair was combed back, showing that he had been working for a while.

“Welcome Sir, to the Fricky Four,"

The man said smiling and Frederick smiled too

"Thank you."

Frederick told him as he made his way through the dark foyer of the bar. The lights were dimmed which left the room in a soft glow. There were about ten or so tables occupied by customers drinking and talking over drinks.

Larry greeted him from the far end of the bar where he was seated laughing at something on his phone.

Frederick smiled and took a seat next to him. Larry put down his phone, smiling brightly at Frederic