"Out of all the liquor stores in the country, you have to walk into this one," Jace replied slightly dramatically as his tipped his hat back and let the shadows recede. He was no longer trying to hide, so it didn't make sense to keep it up when he didn't need it. Placing his assortment of liquor on the counter, he pulled out his wallet to hand him a credit card and the ID that matched his current face. "You still owe me dinner, by the way."
The guy behind the counter looked at the ID and then to Jace and frowned. "You bullshitting me? There's no way you were born in '74. You trying to give me a fake ID?"
With a sigh, Jace pulled out his badge and slammed it against the counter, looking at the guy with no small amount of annoyance. "Here's some other ID for you, meathead. It's called cellular regeneration and it means I make a very young forty year old dealer, so if you think a government agent's gonna be scamming you, then why don't you take it up with my superiors?"
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The guy behind the counter looked at the ID and then to Jace and frowned. "You bullshitting me? There's no way you were born in '74. You trying to give me a fake ID?"
With a sigh, Jace pulled out his badge and slammed it against the counter, looking at the guy with no small amount of annoyance. "Here's some other ID for you, meathead. It's called cellular regeneration and it means I make a very young forty year old dealer, so if you think a government agent's gonna be scamming you, then why don't you take it up with my superiors?"