Mitch's was a small seedy little bar that Mark had gotten a job bartending at just before Christmas. In typical backwards Rhode Island fashion you had to be twenty one to drink, but could serve liquor at 18. Not like that would have stopped Mark, who through someone at school had gotten a flawless fake ID. Mark worked there three nights a week, but because he was off from school Mitch had him helping remodel the second floor where there had been a fire a few months ago. Mark wasn't overly handy but was strong as a bull, worked hard and Mitch who had been raised in foster homes himself...