"S'not a good line'a work for a lady like y'self, Chel. I ain't one t'judge, but y'don't deserve t'have guys treatin' you like that," He sighed a little, watching the exchange between her and the bartender. Getting a better eye on her ID, he scoffed a little, but hid it around the rim of his bottle.
Knowing better than to mention the ID, he just tried to think on her question. "'Dunno, m'dad worked herds when I was a kid. 'Kept food onna table. M'not what y'd call an educated man. S'honest work, 'like bein' out on th'range." He let that trail off, sure she didn't really want to hear his life story, settling on taking another drink.