Joining a league seemed like the last thing he should do at the moment. At least, before he knew if he was any good. "Let's see if I can manage to do this without maiming someone first?" Ben laughed, albeit with a slight nervous edge.
Ben followed along to the bar, raising his eyebrows a bit when the bartender referred to his new companion as Loki. Kind of a weird name for someone outside of Scandanavia, and even there wasn't everyone named like... Thor Gunderson or something like that? Not that he had time to really question it because no sooner than the other two had exchanged pleasantries, Ben was fishing his wallet out of his back pocket. "Cool, yeah uh..." He pulled out his ID and flashed it to Kevin. "I'm eighteen." Almost nineteen, actually, though that seemed a bit childish to point out. "So I won't be needing a drink." That was a joke, or. Kind of. He actually wasn't sure. "I've thrown lots of things," he said. Another joke. "But uh, no. This would be the first time."