It had taken a couple of attempts, but after some concentration, Billy had managed to magic up an ID that said that he was at least 21, 22 in fact. It would do for the moment, but he did make a note to himself that he needed to get the other one replaced, since apparently reality warping himself out of people's memories included the personal effects that he had received from them.
When he stepped in, any worry that he might have been underdressed quickly faded. In fact, judging by the interior, he was easily overdressed, though not by much. It made sense, though he was kind of surprised that Tommy hadn't wanted to go somewhere more lively. It didn't take him long to locate his 'twin'. Shock white hair was easily spotted in larger crowds, and it wasn't like this place had what could be called a crowd, though there were some people at the various billiards tables.
"Killian's Irish Red," Billy answered toward the bartender as he walked up toward Tommy. His own forays into alcohol were not extensive, but he did like the taste of certain beers, that one being the top of the list. He was honestly surprised that his voice didn't squeak too much as he ordered and that his hands didn't shake too much as he pulled out his 'ID' and some cash.
"Hey," he offered toward Tommy as he sat down. "How's it going?"