“Come drink with us.” “I can’t.” He just turned twenty-one, so he can go out with the team. I’m still nineteen and look sixteen. There’s no way I’m not getting carded, even if I am with a bunch of grown-ass adults. “You did last week.” I snort. “Yeah, because we were in Canada. The legal drinking age is different.” He makes a “pfft” noise. “In Russia, it’s ten.” “Is it really?” “Nyet. Joking with you again.”
