"This is a vacation. I can drink man drinks at home. Here, I don't have to taste the rum. They have this marvelous technology that buries the taste of rum in something not unlike one of those horrifyingly organic smoothies you're always trying to push on me. You should be happy. I'm drinking healthy now." Dick smirked and took a sip from his pineapple-shaped mug.
"So how is it," and Dick lowered his voice here, "that I had to flash my ID no less than three times since we've been here, and I've yet to see you do it once? In what world do you look older than I do?"