"Well, then, happy birthday. I'm Daphne," she said with a grin, pouring herself a shot, then after a thought, pouring him one as well. Kid was old enough to partipate in the illusion of choice that was elections, and get drafted and killed for his country, he could have a shot at a private party. "And I'm totally 21 too," she said with a grin as she pulled out her lighter. She lit both shots on fire and slid one over. "Make a wish, birthday boy."