Panel 1: The exterior of the Black Hole at night.

Panel 2: Inside, the bartender shakes a cocktail shaker. They’re tall, thin and androgynous, with medium toned skin and, oddly, light yellow eyes. Their hair is deep, vibrant red and is buzzed on one side and chin length on the other. They’re wearing a purple tanktop with something obscured written on it, and have a deep blue scarf covered in stairs around their neck and tossed over one shoulder. On the other side of the bar a hand rests on the counter, and they ask with a smile: “What can I get you?”

Panel 3: On the other side of the bar is Darrell with a grin and freshly cut shorter hair. He’s wearing a black jacket over a grey plaid hoodie that we’ve seen before, over a black t-shirt with something on it that’s obscured. He leans confidently on the bar, his ID card in one hand, as he says: “A cider please.”

Bartender: “ID?”

Darrell: “Right here.”

Panel 4: The bartender looks at his ID with a raised brow.

Panel 5: They look up at him and ask: “Is this fake?”

Panel 6: To the side of where they’re talking we can see a new section of the bar. There are tables against the far wall and lamps hanging from chains high overhead. Directly on the wall is artwork of two very large tentacles swirling around. Two people sit at one of the tables eating. At the bar, Darrell’s composure unravels at the bartender’s scrutiny. “Wh… why would it be fake?”

Bartender: “You don’t look twenty-one.”

Darrell: “Well, I am. I just look real young for my age.”

Panel 7: The bartender holds his ID up closer and squints.

Panel 8: With a shrug, they hand the card back to Darrell. “Yeah okay.”

Panel 9: The bartender walks away as Darrell sits, now holding a cider, and mumbles in annoyance to himself: “Tch... didn’t have any problem serving me when I had a girl’s name.”