"Do you have anything without alcohol in it?" Amir asked, hoisting himself up onto the stool with little effort, though he was short. "Don't worry," he said to the bartender in a rush, "I can afford to pay."

For a moment he worried he would be thrown out, but the bartender offered him soda, and though Amir wasn't a fan of soft drinks he would take what he could get.

Especially since the orphanage was so strict.

He looked at Russ out of the corner of his eye and smirked. "You look pissed," he said almost nonchalantly, though secretly he felt like a caged animal with all of these people packed into this little space.