Personal Narrative Dress Code

The usual rancid smell of cigarette smoke, alcohol and other things of which I don't want to name, hit my nostrils has soon as I enter the bar. Used the familiar stench, I don't gag or choke like most of the teenagers that, unfortunately, find themselves here. I find my usual seat in the back left corner of the bar, farthest away from public eye. I casually walk there, while taking off my black leather jacket. No matter how hard I try to blend into the crowd, I will still be thrown the accusing looks. For one, I practically dress like I'm made of money. Money doesn't belong in a place like Maria. Though, I refuse to dress any less proper than I do now. The bars in this country are for drug dealings and the selling of alcohol, which come with a socially correct dress code. I don't pay mind to those rules, I've got more …show more content…
I look down at the empty seat until my colleague and friend, Erwin Smith, is seated in it. "You know, we would be much more discrete if you'd dress the part." he complains, exasperation controlling his words. "You know exactly what I think of that, E." He answers me with a knowing sigh. "You know of the riot in Shinganshina, correct?" he asks, waving his hand to grab the waiter's attention. Everyone's at least heard about it, it's been the worst so far. Despite not having a mail system, word gets around quite fast. The riots are basically a growing mob of men murdering children and raping women, just because there is no one to stop them. It makes my stomach churn just thinking of the misdeeds those bastards commit. It's like they're playing a game. A sick one at that. "Of course I did. I'm not here in this shitty country for a vacation," I scoff. Keeping my eyes trained on Erwin as he orders a drink. After I few words exchanged with the server, he turns to me. "Do you want