"Thomas Shepherd." Another voice spoke up from the back of the bar where Len had been sitting for the past few hours. He had a stack of cigarette butts piled high in the ashtray in front of him and was just snubbing out another. He was still drinking, but only beer now and no shots. He had not slept.
On the table in front of him lay an assortment of odds and ends, all lifted off of Tommy's person-- Midtown High School ID, a clearly fake ID proclaiming him to be over the legal drinking age, a fake NYU ID, two dollars (rumpled), a credit card belonging to a man of the same last name and enough receipts to start a small bonfire.
"Sophomore at Midtown High School." He said, presumably to his friend, "Or is it a Freshman at NYU? Because there's no way you're 22, kid."