It was a slow night at the Roadhouse, but Sundays usually were. Cassius Warrington didn't mind slow so much. It gave him a chance to get some of the other stuff done that needed doing. Not that he had as much responsibility here as he had in his own place back home, but the boss seemed to like him all right. Much as Cass didn't usually care what people thought of him, he hoped to keep that good opinion. It was a good job, after all. Payed decent and he enjoyed the work.
He saw the kid come in and abandoned his mental inventory of what they had plenty of and what he'd need to to tell Jo they needed more of. A moment passed before he was standing in front of a guy who couldn't be much over 21, if he was that.
"What'll it be?" he asked. Checking IDs was a sticky thing here, where there were so many displaced that wouldn't have proof of age on them. Cassius studied the boy as he waited, trying to gauge his age. He looked to be right on that line. Maybe he was old enough, maybe not. Maybe he'd be one of those he could just look up on the Internet, if he didn't have some other kind of proof, but Cassius knew the kind of trouble they could get in if they served a minor, so he go off a guess that this kid looked like he might be 21.