What Now? Chapter 1, part 3

We had been outside for twenty minutes now and there was still no sign of Brad. 
“Well....” I sighed. “Looks like he’s not out here, let’s go back inside and find Darren and Harry, maybe they’ve managed to get the I.D.”
Tom groaned. “This place isn’t even that big, how can it be so difficult to find one guy?”
I took another look around, glancing at each wooden table to see if Brad was sat among those shielding themselves from the summer sun under the large parasols.  
I turned to Tom but he was already heading back into the pub. I began to follow him when I caught sight of a group of beefy looking men sat crowded around a small wooden table.
“Tom, wait!” I shouted after him.
Tom halted by the door and quickly turned around.
“What?” He mouthed.
I beckoned him over.
Tom rolled his eyes and grudgingly walked back to me.
“I thought we were going back inside?” he moaned.
My eyes were still fixed on the group of men sat at the table. Tom followed my line of vision and soon became aware of what I was looking at, a large grin appearing on his face.
There, squashed between Brad and five other Rams, was Darren and Harry, looking very small and very nervous. 
“How the hell did they manage that?” laughed Tom.
I shook my head in astonishment. “Have you seen who’s sat with them? It’s coach Kirk!”
I waved my arms in the air in an attempt to gain Harry and Darren’s attention but they didn’t seem to notice.
I sighed. “We need to get their attention somehow, what if they have the I.D already but can’t get out?”
I took two menus from the table next to us and gave one to Tom. “There’s an empty table next to them” I said. “We can’t let coach Kirk see us.”
“But he doesn’t seem to recognize Darren and Harry” replied Tom, taking the menu.
“Even so” I continued. “If he sees us all together it might trigger something and when we expose the Ram’s he’s going to know it was us.”
Tom nodded, and lifting the menus up to our faces we slowly edged towards where Darren and Harry were sitting.
As subtly as possible we perched at the table next to them, menu’s covering our faces. 

“Are you sure we haven’t met you guys before?” I overheard Brad slur.
Darren shook his head quickly and stuttered “Nno, no.”
He and Harry were sandwiched between Brad and another Ram. The other Ram’s name was Carl, but everyone mostly knew him as ‘Nails’. None of us knew why he was called this and none of wanted to find out either.
I tried to get Harry’s attention by clearing my throat and moving my seat but he didn’t seem to notice.
I was trying to think of another way we could get their attention when Tom sent a couple of empty pint glasses crashing to the floor, causing all heads on the Ram’s table to turn and stare at us.
My heart began to beat faster. I slowly moved the menu from my face, peering over it at first at Harry and Darren’s distraught faces. 
“Don’t we know you?” asked Nails gruffly.
I carefully placed the menu onto the table, heart well and truly in my butt.
“I don’t think so...” I answered, my voice coming out higher than I had anticipated.
Darren put his hands to his face.
“Sure we do!” shouted coach Kirk, letting out a large belch. “You’re the one Brad knocked over earlier, not too bruised are you?” he laughed.
The rest of the Rams laughed with him.
“No...” I forced a laugh.
Nails nodded to Tom who still sat with the menu held over his face.  “Who’s your friend?” he asked. I looked over to Tom.
“Umm, that’s Bryan....he can’t handle his drink.”
The Ram’s exploded into a fit of laughter.
“Hah! Can’t handle his drink!” coach Kirk spat.
I laughed along nervously with them. Tom still held the menu over his face.
Harry cleared his throat. “So...any of you guys fancy another pint?”
“Good idea, back to the bar boys!” yelled coach Kirk, rising from the table. 
I watched as Coach Kirk and the Rams headed back into the pub.  Darren and Harry followed them before slipping away unnoticed and returning to our table.
“So did you get it?” I asked anxiously.
Harry pulled out Brad’s I.D from his trouser pocket. “Yep.” He said, presenting it proudly.
As I snatched it out of his hand to get a closer look my smile faded and my heart sank a little.
“What’s wrong?” asked Darren.
“It’s fake.” I said.
Harry snatched the I.D back. “What do you mean, it’s fake?”
“Look at the picture and the date of birth.” I pointed at the image on the card. “Last time I checked, Brad wasn’t a fifty year old fat guy with a beard.”
Harry sighed frustratingly.
Darren took the card from Harry and looked it over. “What does this mean then?” he asked, looking confused.
He passed the card back to me. “Well if Brad had to get a fake I.D instead of a real one it can only mean one thing.”
Harry put his hands to his face and moaned. “He’s our age.”
Darren slumped down into a chair. “Well this was a complete waste of time.” He muttered.

I looked at Tom. “You can take the menu away from your face now Tom.” I said.
Tom placed the menu on the table. “What do we do now? He asked.
“Nothing.” said Harry.  “I’m going home and covering myself in bubble wrap ahead of tomorrow’s game and I suggest you guys do the same.”

Harry headed towards the pub door with Darren trailing behind him.  I placed Brad’s I.D on the table and Tom and I followed them.
“I was so sure we had them.” I said to Tom, disappointingly.
We made our way once more through the roaring crowds of Ferdelly’s pub and out of the front entrance. 
We were half way down the steps when Darren stopped and let out a frustrated sigh. 
“Shit.” He said, turning back up the steps. “I don’t have my keys.”