The three of us gather in front of the hostess stand, ID's out and flashing. Kelsey slips hers in first jutting her hand out for the stamp. A red mark so easily becomes a symbol of our adulthood. She wags it in front of me and darts away.
Her tinder date was already here - as she reminded me twelve times on the walk over. I give Tyler a sheepish smile and pass the bouncer my ID.
He checks it over, stamps me and waves a hand at Tyler. "You're good man."
He frowns, hand settling on my back, we work through to the bar. "Do I look that old?" He grumbles in my ear.
I laugh, turning to him. "It's the hair," I say, letting my hand run over it. His wavy blonde locks are pulled back in a bun, showing off sharp cheekbones. "It makes you look regal." I finish, drawing my hand back.
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