[ Well well well, if it isn't his old friend, underage drinking—
Really, he doesn't care. There was unsupervised alcohol in his house from jump, and all his would-be substance problems started early. He's just glad that anything past drinking and cigarettes scared him too bad to get into. (Definitely got called some slurs over it, but fuck, you watch enough acquaintances have their teeth fall out or vomit blood while unconscious and you just pass. No thanks.)
Daryl snorts a laugh and takes the tumbler, raising it up in a mime of drinking it before returning it to Nancy's possession. No smile, but the bartender is already busy ignoring them, so. That's fine. The last time he had anything was at Aaron and Eric's, a couple glasses of red wine over home-made spaghetti, probably the best meal he'd had in years. Somewhere else, now. A world away. ]
There's all kinda annoying rules about how old you gotta be to do shit, [ he says. ] Smoke cigarettes, drink alcohol, operate one of them cars. So folks get a little card with their birth date on it. Reckon you'll have to get a fake one.
[ A beat, then, ] Reckon I'll have to get a fake one. Damn. Mine's long gone.
[ Even if it wasn't, it was issued in, what, 2005? Womp womp. ]
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Really, he doesn't care. There was unsupervised alcohol in his house from jump, and all his would-be substance problems started early. He's just glad that anything past drinking and cigarettes scared him too bad to get into. (Definitely got called some slurs over it, but fuck, you watch enough acquaintances have their teeth fall out or vomit blood while unconscious and you just pass. No thanks.)
Daryl snorts a laugh and takes the tumbler, raising it up in a mime of drinking it before returning it to Nancy's possession. No smile, but the bartender is already busy ignoring them, so. That's fine. The last time he had anything was at Aaron and Eric's, a couple glasses of red wine over home-made spaghetti, probably the best meal he'd had in years. Somewhere else, now. A world away. ]
There's all kinda annoying rules about how old you gotta be to do shit, [ he says. ] Smoke cigarettes, drink alcohol, operate one of them cars. So folks get a little card with their birth date on it. Reckon you'll have to get a fake one.
[ A beat, then, ] Reckon I'll have to get a fake one. Damn. Mine's long gone.
[ Even if it wasn't, it was issued in, what, 2005? Womp womp. ]