"What?" Billy counted in exasperation. "What's wrong with liking books?" He shook his head a bit as he pondered the options presented. Fake ID? Where would he even get one of those at? No... no no no. But, if he had one, he could go to that club he'd read about online. But it'd never work, he looked like he was a freshman, at least that's what others seemed to think. How would he ever pass for someone old enough to get into a club?
"I... don't know what have of those places are," he finally offered sheepishly. "And I don't have a fake ID either. Don't know where to get one. But... whatever you want. You apparently know the city better than I do, or at least what's fun at any rate."
He tried to make the rest of that not sound pathetic. Personally, he was happy with the hanging out, though the likelihood of he and Tommy finding anything to talk about in common was very slim, it was seeming.