The cold air and the street lights around the area as well as the people who are passing by completes the night that I am used to. I'm carrying my guitar at my back while heading to my second job when I see a couple of people who are arguing with the security guard of the resto bar.

I usually go in the front entrance because I don't want to go in at the back door and hear the other employees who are secretly stabbing each other at the back. But since there are people who look like rocker-gangsters at the front, I don't have any choice but to use the back door.

I tried to open it but the heck I can't.

I rolled my eyes when I just remembered that I lost my key for it and that's also one of the reasons I'm using the front door.

Well then, I really have no choice this time but to enter the front door and pass by those people.

I started hearing their arguments when I get nearer to them

"Can't you see? This is my ID. I'm that old guy's son and he invited me to his party and I just invited my friends. Isn't it normal?" said the guy who look the scariest of them.

The security guard scratch his nape and said, "My job here is to keep our customer safe, sir. You don't look like...