He stepped inside, the smell of stale hops and floor wax hitting him like a wall. At the end of the mahogany bar sat Miller, a man whose face looked like a crumpled road map. Miller didn’t just check IDs; he interrogated them.
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"Turned twenty-one today," Leo said, his voice cracking just enough to betray him. "Check the 'Under 21 until' date." He stepped inside, the smell of stale hops