Before entering the nightclub, Jamie gave Caleb a fake drivers license along with his ticket. He had borrowed his brothers ID for the occasion, and checking this against it, there was no notable difference besides the photograph.
His brother's ID was usually adequate since they both had the same white-blonde hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin. His brother was slimmer and shorter, but that wasn’t evidenced in a photograph of the face.
“This place always ID’s without fail,” Jamie explained.
The woman on the door looked far too disinterested in everything for someone doing her job. She really must have seen it all. The only word she spoke was, “Okay,” as she took the tickets, checked ID and stamped their hands.
“Well that was easy,” Haley muttered under her breath. She seeme
