Patty takes his fake ID and inspects it, "Hey, this is really good," She whispers, hoping the bartender doesn't hear, "One of my friends got one when she was sixteen, much worse than this, Said she was 37, and only had one leg." She giggles.<br/><br/>"I know how you feel," she says, handing him back his ID, "My friends have gotten me to do some pretty stupid things too. But look on the bright side, if you hadn't come here, you wouldn't have met me." She blushes and smile.<br/><br/>"But I've got to say," she continues, looking a little sad, "If you keep sitting here acting all nervous, and just drinking seltzer water, I think the bartender might get suspicious."