"What he said," Sam agreed, breath coming out in a frosty cloud in the cold night air. He didn't bother checking for his own ID. Not just because he knew he had it, but because he hadn't been carded anywhere since he was seventeen years old and had topped up over six feet.
"Paige, think where we are. Everyplace has pool tables. But I guess we can skip embarrassin' you at pool," he conceded to Pete as he pulled the door to the bar open. A wash of warm air, loud voices, and louder music met them as a wedge of light cut into the darkness around them. "After you, birthday girl." He grinned at Paige and gestured her through.