‘Come on, Mac! Be cool.’ Hayden, the boldest of the group, tried to step in front of him. ‘I haven’t been cool in years. And you know I can’t give them back.’ ‘In Quebec they can drink at eighteen.’ ‘Then go to Quebec to drink.’ ‘Mac…’ ‘Next time, don’t try to use a fake ID at a pub filled with people who’ve known you since you wet your pants during the annual Christmas pageant.’
