"I look plenty fuckin' legal! The fuckin' bouncer was hasslin' me too. Kept sayin' he thought my ID was fake and shit. Thought this shit was supposed ta end when I actually turned twenty-one." Dov had been faking for years, but now that he was actually legal he thought somehow it was magically going to stop him from looking underage. He guessed that if he lived to be like, forty he'd get to laugh it up about looking way too young, but until then it sucked. "And yeah, I mean, I ain't a kid and Elias ain't my dad. I think I'm entitled to a break."
As much as he didn't think he quite fit in here quite yet - California was a lot different than what he was used to - he was truly (and quietly) thankful that at least Charlie had come around and stopped outright hating him. Getting tossed from her apartment the first night hadn't exactly left him hopeful, but she seemed cool now.
"Just beer. Ya know, for now. And I fuckin' know, right? Can't even get a good look at somebody. I've never been here before - just heard free drinks and thought I'd stop in, ya know? Can't say I'd come again."