Meanwhile, Oliver sat on a bar in the red-light district consuming what seemed like orange juice.
He was eighteen. So, he was not old enough to drink alcohol.
The legal alcohol consumption age for Federation citizens was twenty. It was two years more than the rest of the world. It was a deliberate choice the government made to prevent teenagers from drinking.
"I want some booze. A beer, perhaps." Oliver muttered while looking at a glass of beer placed near him.
"No, you can't." The one who was serving was the owner of the bar, Grizzly.
He immediately shot down Oliver's thought of drinking the beer.
After the Tempus Cult was destroyed, they got closer. Grizzly now knew Oliver's identity and age. Similarly, Oliver also learned more about Grizzly.
