A hard earned thirst deserves a...

The repairs to Antibot were going nicely and the job was almost
finished. Apart from an elusive cable inside the Antibot which was
seemingly being magnetically repelled from Zodar's hand every time he
tried to grab it, the repairs were going well.
"Oh Come on... No not that way! Argh! Get back here... There! Got
you, you stupid relay cable."
And with that, Zodar rammed the cable back into it's socket in an
outburst of frustration. "Suck on that." He yelled, as if the cable
had been enemies with him for a long time.
"There. It is done." Zodar stated in a very commanding voice, like he
was a demigod or something. He was feeling very active today, well,
not active, he just wanted to act.
The repairs were complete and Zodar was off to the Bar for a drink.
He thought he'd try his luck at ordering an alcoholic beverage, but
the chances of actually being served one were slim. Very slim, in
fact. Unfortunately for Zodar, the fine people of Parrotts 2001 made
sure that the only thing to ever be passed over the bar his way was a
fruit juice of some sort, due to him being aged 17. But sometimes you
got the occasional bartender who had a few too many samples and was
giving the booze away to anyone who wanted it. Zodar liked samples
for that very reason... But don't get him wrong, the thought of being
permanentlty drunk didn't appeal to Chris. He liked the taste...
Zodar walked up to the bar and sat down on a stool.
"May I help you?" came the voice from behind the bar.
"Ahh yes, you can. I'd like a beer. I'd like a long cold one. And no
froth. I hate froth. Zodar was acting as un-17-year-oldish as he
could, and it seemed to be working like a charm. Zodar payed his
money and watched the guy walk off, preparing his drink under the
counter.
"Here's your juice. Come again, sir." Came the voice as a huge glass
of brown liquid was placed directly in front of Chris.
Chris hesitantly took a sip.
"Hey this IS juice!" Zodar said in disgust. "I wanted beer!"
"And I gave you juice."
"No, you don't understand. I ordered a beer. A beer. Right? B-E-E-R."
Zodar spelt out beer to add emphasis to the word. Unfortunately, it
didn't work as he'd hoped.
"Yeah, and I gave you juice. J-U-I-C-E. Check your change. I charged
you for a juice, not a beer."
"Aww man... Well, you could have got rid of the froth." Zodar said,
defeated.
"You'll have to live with it, Chris. You know, you really shouldn't
keep asking for the stuff you're not allowed to have. You know it's
illegal for me to give it to you."
"Yeah, I know. Sorry. I'm just seeing if you're awake..." Chris joked
as he took a sip of his icy cold apple juice and waited for someone
(preferably female) to start a conversation with him. Hopefully not
along the lines of "Hey, what's a 17 year old guy like you doing in a
bar like this.", but it didn't really matter to him now anyway.
Zodar turned back to the bartender.
"Hey, now this is good juice..."