"I'll have...Do you have a whiskey?" I asked. The waiter raised an eyebrow. "ID?" I sighed and looked through my bag giving him my lisense. He nods and studies it. He gives it back to me and looks at Jace. "What would you like sir?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
What holds you betwixt panic and serenity? That is, if it's not among the many querulous quagmires unfit for elaboration. — soundofmind as Emiliano Achillinus