"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!
'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights