Lies 3
Author's Note: This is a series of drabbles based around Reid Garwin and all the lies he tells to various people about various things. I'm proud to say it is exactly 100 words.
3. Age
His fake I.D. had gotten him into the club, he'd wanted to blow off steam before his Ascension on Monday night. The hot bartender with the "Monica" nametag had looked unconvinced when she carded him, but sold him the beer anyway, it was only one. But how had one had turned into turned into them locked in a stall on the bathroom with her tongue noticing the taste of hard liquor in his mouth?
She pulled away her mouth away from his. "How old are you, really?"
"Nineteen." He lied. He smirked as she press her mouth to his again.