6677/Bad Decisions

Bad Decisions
Date of Scene:	24 June 2021
Location:	Long Night Bar
Synopsis:	Two people, both looking too young, both unable to enter a bar. There is screaming, kicking, and possible breaking of the law! So, rated T for Teen.
Cast of Characters:	Rahne Sinclair, Mando

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Rahne Sinclair has posed:
You know that situation where someone's in a line to get into a bar, and the bouncer doesn't want to let in the dork, or the idiot with the bad shoes, or whomever? It's not real. There are no such lines, places aren't set up like that anymore.

There is, however, a mandatory ID check at most places, either when you enter or when you try to order. It's there to screen out underage patrons and to keep the bar from getting closed down or fined. Oh, and to keep everyone safe.

"Damnet, ah'm Scottish!" says a clearly underage redhead, who's been trying to get past the guy at the door for ten minutes. "Es m' real age, no fake! Ah been drinkin since ah wor weaned, ya great idiot!" Her accent is proof of one point at least. She probably is a Scot.

"Underage, kid. Beat it." In the guy's defence, she looks like she's about eleven. ID or not, he's on the side of the law. Probably.

Mando has posed:
More likely on the side of not losing his job.  "Did you forget your id?"  A young, chubby looking hispanic man leans to ask.  "He wouldn't let me in either," he says with an anxious shake of his head.  He pushes up the little bookish round glasses.  He holds a tattered ancient looking umbrella and some drab colors of non-notable clothing.

"How old are you?  Curious.  One young looking person to another," Mando tacks on the latter sentence apologetically, his gaze dipping for a moment.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
It takes a moment for the two to respond to Mando on arrival. The tiny female is literally leaping up at the guy's hand once or twice, then she turns in a huff and says, "NO! Hae took et from me!" She turns then and tries to kick the guy in the shin, which lands and pisses him off.

He backs off, cussing like a sailor. "Go home, girl! Lucky I don't hit women." He then turns back and slams the door.

"Son of a..." She cuts herself off, biting down. Then kicks the door, several times. "Ah be twenty of age," she says as she's booting the door, hard. "Took me ID, said et wos fake! Ya great cabbage!" Kick again.

Mando has posed:
Mando's lips press together and his brow knits at Rahne's claim.  He takes a step toward them, looks up at the man, but it's not a direct challenge.  It really amounts to a step in his direction since he doesn't do anything in the pause that follows.  "Come on," he hisses to Rahne as soon as the door slams.

"Oh.  Well I'm 29 and he still wouldn't let me in, so I wouldn't worry about it.  Besides.  Twenty is too young for them to let you in anyways I think."  Mando shrugs.  "Right?  I don't know."  He laughs, seemingly unfazed by being completely ignored by the bouncer.

"He took mine too...  It's okay.  My picture was horrible," he says with a strained smile.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
To be fair, the bouncer was quite busy with an aggressive client.

"Ah nae be leavin," the little lady grumps, crossing her arms across her nonexistent chest. She looks up at Mando, then lifts her chin. "Ye shouldnae either." She squinches up her nose, revealing cute crinkles, and looks more upset. "Twenty nine?" She peers at him, then looks away as if a little embarrased.

Another kick to the door, harder, to let them know that she's still here. From inside, someone says, "We're calling the police. Go away."

"AH BE SCOTTISH! Drink es legal a eighteen!"

Mando has posed:
"If I don't show up back home it'll be worse," Mando mentions casually and tilts his head.  "Yeah.  Twenty nine," he mumbles after she looks away.  At the talk of police, Mando offers his name, but curiously, the only part that really sticks are two syllables, Mando.

"You ever hear about that expression the law of the land?...well I don't remember it but you can't drink here just because you can drink in Scotland.  The laws don't move around with the person I don't think.  Do they?  Do some?"

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
The girl spins. "You believe me?" she asks. "That ah nae be a child?" She pauses with a blink or two, then refocuses. "Mando. Rain, o th' Sinclair clan, bot nae adopted bai MacTaggert. Es long story, ye dinnae think ah be an enfant?"

She stops kicking at the bar long enough to walk a bit closer, this being a bit important. "Ah dinnae know th' law. Stoopid country sometimes."

Mando has posed:
"Kind of obvious.  I mean.  You don't have any reason to lie given where you're from, and if you did there, then you'd already know you'd need an id for 21 at least here anyways, which you didn't...You believe me.  I believe you."  Mando shrugs and then grins, seemingly impervious to the events right now.

"Nice to meet you Rain," Mando offers with a little dip of his head after she stops kicking the door.  "I don't know if he's supposed to take our ids though.  It happens a lot, so it probably doesn't matter.  But maybe you can get someone to buy you some alcohol.  That's what a lot of people your age do."  Hardly feeling like he's passing along a novel idea, Mando seems unfazed that he actually is giving tips on such tactics, however basic.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
Rahne's mouth opens, then closes. She frowns a little. "Tha'd be dishonest," she says. Which may seem a bit odd, but she hasn't actually lied at all. Or it doesn't seem so. "An ah maybe could get sommat else in trouble!" She pauses to pull her fingers through her hair, then looks away from Mando back at the door.

She sighs, then walks away from it. "Now ah gotta call mum an' ask a' a new ID printed up. Maybe ah shae jost fly home, could do 'at. Ye a'er go tae Scotland?"

Mando has posed:
"Yeah.  I've never done it, but there were a lot of kids at my high school who did it."  If it seems odd that Rahne points out the dishonesty of it, it's definitely odd that Mando doesn't seem to find it all that odd.  "I think some people like trying to get away with things though," he explains casually.

"They'll just do that for you?  I have to go in and practically give blood," Mando says with a little awkward laugh under his breath, eyes shifting.  "Me?  To Scotland?  I've never even been on an airplane..."

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
"M'mom's a Laird, she can get th' small stuff. If ye want tae, call on m' at Xavier's school sometime." She seems serious, offering a trip across the world out of hand. Either rich, or she has no idea what money is. Which means basically the same thing. Then she sighs, kicks the bar door once more, and the door opens fast!

"GET OFF!" a lady screams, getting ready to throw a bottle at Rahne, who squeals and turns, running! She streaks off, and the lady looks from the girl's retreating back to Mando, and frowns. "What? You twenty-one yet?" She seems to think it unlikely.