Though he didn't have Clint's incredible vision, not much got passed Steve. It was even harder to miss the red head who just sat down a few seats over. There was no way she was old enough to drink. None. People looked young sometimes, but this was too young.
He leaned over, grabbed her glass and pulled it away. A whistle got the bartender's attention and he pushed the glass into his hands. "I don't know where you come from, buddy, but kids don't drink here."
The bartender seemed to accept that easy enough and took the drink away. Steve felt satisfied with that. At least there was some easy problems to solve in this place.