He grinned a grin with half devilishness and half nostalgia when he looked at her I.D. card. "Tim's work is worth every penny, isn't it?" Brendan shook his head and chuckled a bit. He handed her I.D. back to her and pulled out his wallet, showing her his own fake I.D., that was pretty well used if you asked him.
Brendan crossed his arms as he stood there for a moment and waited to see the look on her face. He glanced to the drink and pushed it a bit closer to give her a sign that she wasn't busted, at least not tonight. "It's Brendan, and that's because I'm technically not a bartender. Let's just say you were a little.... distracted when we met, both times."