𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

1 Month Later

"Have you ever worn skinny jeans? Ah, it seems so wrong. I'm all bunched up. Also, why are jeans so tight when phones are so big?"

"Yeah, I don't know what to tell you, pal."

The boy in the backseat of the cab sighed, "Oh, god. I'm that guy, right? That guy that won't shut up. Oh, I hate that guy. I just sat next to that guy on the plane. He was the worst..."

He paused as he leaned up to the driver, "Hey, speaking of planes, have you flown recently? Because what's with the whole liquid situation? And the stripping before you go through security thing? It's weird."

"They're worried about terrorists."

The boy chuckled, "Okay, well, I'm sorry but the real terrorists are some of those people taking off their shoes... I know, I'm chatty. Sorry. I've just been in prison for a while– well not like a regular prison, no more like a-"

The cab driver parked the car, "Alright. We're here. That'll be thirty."

The boy nodded as he shoved his hand in his pocket, "Alright... Jeans," He muttered as he pulled out a ten before handing it to the driver, "Here, take this," He told him before moving to his next pocket.

"Hang on. Hang on, I got it." He spoke as he grabbed a pair of earbuds. "I guess this will do."

He quickly strung the earbuds across the driver's neck. The man coughed against his hold for a few minutes until he went limp.

Kai smiled before putting the earbuds in the man's ears and exiting the car. "Thank you."

Not long after, he entered a bar just outside of Whitmore college.

Rock music played in the background as he walked towards the bar and took a seat on one of the many stools. There was a single bartender working.

"How can I help you?" She asked.

He stared at her for a second before he answered, "One zima, please."

"Hilarious. Are you going to order something or just gonna stare?"

The boy tsked, "Okay. Uh... How about a soda? Liv."

As the girl walked away he chuckled, "Liv. Ironic."

A couple moments later, she came back and handed him a cup.

"Are you on Twitter?" He asked. "I just signed up, you should follow me. 'CobraKai1972.'"

When she said nothing he scoffed, "Come on, like Karate Kid?"

The bar was empty now.

"Did you know you can follow celebrities? They all Twitter the stupidest things. It's- It's hilarious."

Liv sighed, "You know, it's kinda dead. I think I'm gonna close up."

"Oh, hang on. Hang on. I'm gonna get a real drink. No bourbon, I'm secure enough in my own masculinity. Vodka's boring. Rum's too tropical. Ooh, tequila. You do not want to see me on tequila. What about gin? Is that weird?"

"Not if you're a 50-year-old. But seeing as you look 19, I'm gonna need to see some ID."

"Oh. Of course," His hands rummaged through his pockets before he pulled out his wallet and handed her a small card.

She smiled as she read it, "1972? Nice try."

"True story. But, that's not the most interesting thing on that ID. Here, look again."