Sure enough, just like everyone else who came here, when Miller saw the brightly lit photo on the bar's entrance, which carried a hint of mockery and rebelliousness, he subconsciously started complaining.
"Hey, maybe the owner is just rich and willful. Look at that huge crowd lining up; there are more people than the last time I came. It's so popular."
A considerable queue had formed in front of them, consisting of all sorts of people: office workers like themselves, others wearing jackets and sunglasses who looked clearly dangerous, and some whose heads and arms were tucked into long trench coats, making it impossible to tell their gender.
With so many people, it became incredibly noisy. Amidst the clamor of chatter, they could vaguely make out discussions about a blockbuster film.
Seeing the excitement in their tones, it was clear they were all fervent fans of the film and definitely weren't there just to drink.
"Damn it, this time I really missed DSoul's stream."
Looking at the long line, Miller shrank his head back.
"Hey, we're already here, just wait patiently. When have I ever brought you somewhere bad? Don't you trust me to handle things?"
"Hmph, anyone who doesn't like Miss Diana is a bad person."
What the two of them were saying were niche Otaku slang terms that others couldn't understand at all.
Miller retorted stubbornly, but still obediently followed his annoying friend's suggestion and joined the queue.
After all, this was just a screening process for entry. Even though there were quite a few people, the speed at which they were let in was fast, so it would soon be their turn.
"Young man, are you of age?"
At the entrance of the bar, a burly man wearing a military green assault jacket stood screening people, preventing those who shouldn't enter from getting inside.
For example, the one right in front of him.
The Honeycomb Mercenary, whose face was covered in thick flesh, crossed his arms, furrowed his thick, dark brows, and scrutinized the young man who barely reached his chest with eyes as large as pool balls.
"I'm of age, definitely of age."
Sweat poured down the forehead of the freckle-faced, acne-ridden guy like a waterfall, yet he was still stubbornly trying to argue.
"Get lost! Do you think I'm an idiot? You haven't even shed your baby hair yet! Minors aren't allowed in. Go home!"
But the young man clearly failed to fool the doorman. The Mercenary waved his large hand, shooing him away.
"Please, I want to see the 16K Authentic Version of Sister Corolla! I brought enough money, just let me in!"
Seeing his trick exposed, the young man had a mournful face, nearly hugging the Mercenary's leg and begging to be let inside.
But obviously, that didn't work either.
"Go home! Come back when your beard grows in!"
Unfortunately, the young man's shameless pleading only earned him a solid kick to the backside from a large black military boot, which nearly split his pants.
The young man left clutching his butt, and standing right behind him in the queue were Miller and Rudy.
Now this was the main event.
"Hmm..."
When the Mercenary, who looked like a giant bear, crossed his arms and looked over with those huge eyes, Miller shivered in fear.
"They're catching minors, why are you acting like a coward?"
Behind him, Rudy scratched his head, speechless at his companion's pathetic reaction.
Oh, right, he seemed to have graduated ages ago.
He had even been an office drone for several years.
Looking down at his suit, Miller finally remembered the fact that he was already an adult.
He turned his head and gave Rudy an awkward smile.
"Damn it, I completely forgot we graduated ages ago."
"Alright, go on in."
Rudy shook his head with a pout but didn't deny what Miller said.
He felt the same way.
Time felt like it was passing too quickly.
In the blink of an eye, both of them had actually become adults who had to earn their own living.
---------------------------------
If you'd like to read the next 70 chapters in advance, you can support me on Patreon.
I regularly post chapter previews there, so you'll always be up-to-date and won't have to wait too long.
patreon.com/SolyuraMT
And if you enjoy the story, don't forget to give me a Power Stone. Your support really motivates me to continue translating!