#bash.gideon

Bash hadn’t been checked for their ID in years, and to be checked now felt... like a great compliment, because he felt like he was definitely over sixteen, but maybe he choice in clothing that night didn’t really help his cause. He was wearing a floral shirt, and khaki pants, because for an October night, it was kind of warm. His cheeks were warm from the cold, with blood rushing through them at the adrenaline of going to a horror night. “Yes, thank you,” he said, when he got his passport back and was let in, smiling brightly. “I can’t believe they thought I was sixteen,” he said with a wide smile to the closest person he could find.