"I think that snark might be the least of my worries when it comes to the supernatural sect." Cavan smiled. He could handle himself as far as wit and snark went. But what he'd seen from his new playmate, physicality and abilities were more of a worry for him.
Cavan followed her gesture toward the convenience store. He'd never attempted to get beer at one, because in Portland, they always carded. Always. If you even looked a minute under 21, they asked for an ID. And he'd never really seen a point in getting a fake one.
"Seventeen." He said, looking back at her. Cavan had no doubt that Faith could get whatever she wanted, even if she wasn't exactly of age. But he had a feeling it just didn't work the same way for guys.