"Twenty-one?" Ron scrunched his brow, looking around the bar area. "I'm eighteen. I'm perfectly of age." Ron folded his arms across his chest. "And how in the bloody hell are you a bouncer? You couldn't get me out of here. Not that you'd have to and all - I'm of age." He didn't see anything against her checking ID, but chucking people out? Wasn't that a bit of a difficult job for someone like her? Besides, Ron didn't exactly have an ID. He was from an alternate universe and even there they barely used them.
"So, er, is this what you're doing to alleviate your own boredom? Confusing me out of my right mind?" Ron laughed a bit. "You're doing a good job of it."