“funny thing is that back in the states they do id me sometimes in the clubs that i ain’t a regular. it’s a sad life.” he grinned “i don’t know when you’re sad everything hurts. you pick the spot.”
“yikes! i wasn’t even id-ed when i was underage, i can’t imagine the struggle of looking so young. though i have known you for so long you’ll always be that guy i grew up with,” ava pitied him, pouting slightly and moving closer to him. “how badly does it hurt?”










