Katou almost let it slip that he'd been doing this kind of thing for five years, which on one hand could lend to the idea that he was over twenty-one, but on the other hand could do exactly the opposite. "Yep," he said. "A whole year and a half. Since I turned twenty-one."
His next drink came to him, and he scooped out a spoonful of the ice cream. There had been a time when he and his friends had skipped school, come to bars, and spent the whole afternoon being dicks. Either harassing people, or fighting (amongst themselves as often as with strangers), but generally just getting drunk and high and being shits. He'd moved past that though. He had new friends.
"I could ask you the same question, old man. All my friends've got 'jobs' and 'girlfriends' and 'responsibilities' and I ain't got nothing better to do with my Wednesday. What's your excuse? I'm gonna be nice and assume you've got actual friends."