closed for: @ambivalenceshefelt
where: sand bar, beach bash
"No, no need to apologise, you're just doing your job. I understand," Dallas says, trying and failing to keep a straight face as he assures the bartender that his request to see Nikki's ID in order to hand over the drinks they ordered was nothing personal.
He glances to the blonde beside him, battling against a laugh as he nods towards the barman.
"Show him, youth. Prove you're not secretly seventeen."







