"Probably." Davin wrinkles his nose and then laughs delightedly. "I was born in '92, old man. But don't worry, you don't look like you need t'go gettin' yourself a walker just yet. You can't possibly be as old as you're makin' it seem."
The waitress comes over with Davin's standard beer order and turns to take Jason's order, doing a bit of a double take when she sees him. Oh good, Davin's not the only one. She turns and gives Davin a sort of wide eyed look and he just returns it with one that manages to convey I know, right? as he reaches for his beer. "What's your poison, man?"
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"Probably." Davin wrinkles his nose and then laughs delightedly. "I was born in '92, old man. But don't worry, you don't look like you need t'go gettin' yourself a walker just yet. You can't possibly be as old as you're makin' it seem."
The waitress comes over with Davin's standard beer order and turns to take Jason's order, doing a bit of a double take when she sees him. Oh good, Davin's not the only one. She turns and gives Davin a sort of wide eyed look and he just returns it with one that manages to convey I know, right? as he reaches for his beer. "What's your poison, man?"