Don't own it.
The Bar
Gwen stood at the front of the ivy-coated building. It was a dare after all, so she had to go for it. She wouldn't risk her reputation destroyed. She was to stay there for ten minutes. Going closer to it, the door was hollow and the hinges barely on. Pushing the door back, Gwen stepped inside, brushing past. The sound of the television blaring was too much to bear. Wrapping her scarf around her, she pulled the hat over her ears, muffling the sound. There was someone at the bar table, thank goodness, and there were two teens sitting in the bar. Gwen checked her watch. 3 am. She was right; there weren't a lot of people at this time. The first was a dark haired one with a look that screamed 'danger', the second a brown haired guy with shocking green eyes. Settling her self in front of the bar tender, she faced him.
"A coke please." She said, pushing a five dollar bill across the table. The bartender grabbed it, took out three of those one dollar bills, and slid a coke across the smooth wooden surface and into her hands. Tentatively sipping it, she felt the eyes of the remaining customers turn to her. The dark haired guy was walking towards the brunet (A/N For all you who call Ben a brunette, you're actually calling him a girl! –ette is feminine!) And he swung his chair and seemed to discuss something with him. The dark haired teen pushed his chair away and strode over to Gwen. She silently comprehended him.
"Hey, m' name's Kev." He said, offering a hand. Gwen put her gloved hand in his and shook it.
"My name is... Veronica." Gwen said, thinking quickly on the spot. She didn't want a weird teen at her heels, and if he looked for her, she could say he had the wrong person. Satisfied with her answer, she released her grip and took a gulp from her coke. For some reason, she was a little parched. The teen had short black hair, and weird coloured eyes, which shifted colours randomly.
"So, can I get you a drink?" He said coolly.
"I already have one." She replied, checking her watch.
"You meetin' someone?" He asked. Gwen stared frostily at him.
"Is it the boyfriend? If it is, I'd like to meet him." He carried on, oblivious to her daggers. Gwen timed herself carefully. She only had two minutes left to go. She decided not to answer the teen. Who knew what he's do to her if she said anything. Turning her back to him, she felt numb. The ice was getting to her.
"It was nice meeting you, Kev." Kevin behind her was thoroughly confused. He left the matter anyway.
"Same here." He said. Gwen sat there, sipping her coke. Her watch finally ticked 3:10. Slipping off the bar chair, she thanked the bartender, who was staring at the television, and left. Practically running out of the broken place, Julie, her room mate linked her arm in hers.
"I have completed the dare. Now get me out of here." She hissed, quickly walking away, dragging Julie.