My Name is Emilio Estevez

[Nico Martell]

The bouncer looked at the ID in one hand. He studied it for quite some time before looking at the young man who'd handed it to him. The Hispanic was tall, and had the look of someone who'd gone through his fair share of crap. You didn't usually look like that until you at least got out of your teenage years. There were bits there that betrayed though: the eyes looked old in the center but didn't quite have the crinkle. the rangy body looked like it could use filling out too, but at the same time...

well, there was also the name.

"Emilio Estevez?" the bouncer repeated.

"Si," Nico repeated, taking the lie easily. He nodded. This was a dumb idea: he'd known it was a dumb idea. He didn't particularly like alcohol on the whole: messed with his head, made him a little more sluggish. But after dealing with crap and waking up from a nap halfway phased through his bed, well, Nico thought he deserved a drink. Which meant pulling out the Estevez ID, which was supposed to work, even when put under black light.

Which the bouncer used. He frowned. He looked at the kid. He no doubt remembered that the owner often let underaged kids from the school in, or something along those lines.

"It's like it says," Nico said gesturing, "I'm him," he added a shrug and put his hands into his pockets. The bouncer looked savvy, too savvy. Nico stood there and watched and waited, and then felt a hand on his shoulder. To the kid's credit: he didn't jump. He didn't even look until he heard the voice...

[Reid Chase]

The one thing she missed the most about Kalispell were the dives. Which was both sad and weird because the swill they were selling were not worth the buck. But there she was, parking her car across from Matt's in her leather jacket and jeans with a simple black tee tying everything together.

There was only one person in front of the door and she quietly made her presence known to the bouncer before she heard the name being thrown around.

With a quiet chuckle, she patted the kid's shoulder and raised her voice just slightly. "Pretty sure Emilio Estevez was twenty-one way before even the Flying V was a thing. Do you even know what that reference means, kid?" She asked before chuckling.

[Nico Martell]

Nico heard the chuckle just moments before he felt the hand on his shoulder. His body stiffened at the touch, and he could feel himself going just a tad incorporeal. He held it together and turned his head just enough to look back and up at the girl.

She was hot, which was the first thing Nico noticed. Hot enough to definitely distract and apparently dressed for a night out. There was something in the way she spoke that hinted that she was most likely too old for him, and probably old enough to enter the place with just a smile. She'd said something about his apparent alias and something about a Flying V.

Nico hesitated for a moment, quiet, letting his mind try to catch up to the situation. She apparently had caught on to the name ,which was apparently someone famous or at least someone this person knew. He offered a shrug. "My parents weren't very creative," he tried. It wasn't even a lie: his mother had named him Angel for Christ's sake.

[Reid Chase]

The teen's response made Reid smirk and roll her eyes.

"Yeah, my parents weren't either. They gave me my granddad's name. Even after finding out I was a girl." She pointed out before looking to the bouncer who shrugged.

"7-11 is right around the corner, kid. Why don't you try your luck there?"

[Nico Martell]

Don't say it; don't say it went through Nico's mind. Something about this woman, the way she handled herself, the authority, the way the bouncer looked to her as if she were somehow above him, it all set off alarms in Nico's brain. Something told him he'd had the misfortune to run into a teacher or some other authority figure, and he could feel the duel desires warring in him: one to lower his head and promise to do everything he wanted, the other wanting to spit in her face and hurl curses in Spanish until she knocked him out.

don't say it; don't say it; don't say it

There was something about names that was just kind of dumb, and then that comment that... was that racist? Did she think he was Indian or something? Did he look Indian? Because Nico was pretty sure he looked pretty Hispanic.

don'tsayit;don'tsayit;don'tsayit

"Parents name you Dick?"

Yeah, sometimes the devil won.

[Reid Chase]

Raising both her eyebrows at the boy's response to her remark, Reid wondered if he actually meant it. It didn't sound wholehearted.

"Yeah, whole name is Officer Dick Banger. Jerry, let him through. Just make sure Matt knows not to serve him alcohol." Reid rolled her eyes and ruffled the boy's unruly hair.

"Try not to get drunk on the bacon bombs. I know Matt keeps them in the back for far too long."

Reid patted the bouncer on the shoulder and took off her jacket as she walked into the warm bar.

[Nico Martell]

Dick... Banger. "Accurate," came out yet again before Nico could really stop it. Turned out he'd made a good decision, given that the young woman reached over and ruffled his hair. Did she really think he was that young? He was tempted to make some kind of lewd comment to that effect, but he already figured that he was pushing it a bit far as it was.

Instead he'd started moving, pausing as the young woman mentioned bacon bombs. She'd also instructed them not to serve him alcohol, and as Nico entered the dive, he wasn't sure that she wasn't doing him a favor. The place had the odor of a locale where people didn't exactly adhere to strict codes of hygiene and didn't quite mind if the food came so slathered in grease and fat that it practically slid off the plate.

"You might be doing me a favor, not letting me get anything here," he couldn't help but say again, looking over at the woman and raising his brows. He did seem to be stuck to her, at least for the moment. Something about the way she'd reacted to his snide comment made Nico wonder if he'd maybe found someone who was a little less an authority figure and a little more one of those older sibling types that you learned to respect and emulate.

You know, the same ones that got Nico into prison in the first place.

[Reid Chase]

"Thanks! It's a hard name to live up to though." She shrugged before sliding into one of the empty stools around and ordering her usual. She hadn't realised the kid was going to stick with her but she didn't mind either way. Better for her to keep an eye on him, she supposed. She was off the clock but despite her blase attitude towards having a minor in a bar, she was still a cop. And she did care.

"I am. I'd be doing you a better favour by having Jerry kick you out but hey, experience and whatnot." She shrugged and cracked open a peanut and tossed one in.

Looking at the kid, Reid raised an eyebrow and gestured to him with a curt nod. "You don't look like you wanna be here. So why are you here?"

[Nico Martell]

Yep, the girl stuck around a bit longer. Nico couldn't help but keep paying attention to her. Again: she was hot, and that was generally all it took for the usually hormonal teenager to have at least some focus. he watched her almost casually crack a peanut and again got that feeling that she'd definitely have fit in back in his neighborhood back home, probably as someone's chica.

A raised brow, a gesture, and Nico almost laughed at the comment. Most people didn't think he looked like he wanted to be anywhere, so why should this place be any different? He was almost tempted to say as much, or to make a crack about the atmosphere, but he again got that feeling like he should only be so much of a smart aleck. Better to keep silent and nodding. Plus, he didn't see any harm in offering the real reason.

"Wanted a drink."

[Reid Chase]

The kid's general teenage-ness was something Reid never understood. Mostly because she had always been somewhat of a peppy student, always the first one to shout out the answer in a bonus fire round if they ever had those back when she was a student.

But she let it go, since she was used to dealing with it.

"Do you even drink?" She asked. "What do you need to drink to?"

[Nico Martell]

Did he even drink? Nico gave her another "seriously?" look. He was sitting there, in a bar, having just effectively gotten caught trying to sneak in with a very unconvincing fake ID, and she actually asked him if he drank? What, did she think this was his first time or something?

"Crappy life?" he offered, adding a shrug. "Not the first time that getting wasted sounded like an idea. Just didn't think it would be this much trouble."

Though he generally didn't go through with it. There was just too much crap going on lately. Well, that and Nico was just getting sick of keeping his head down and just going forward. He needed to do something with his life besides just going to school and "behaving" himself.

[Reid Chase]

Reid raised an eyebrow at the teen when he gave her the look. It was a legitimate question. He didn't look like he wanted to be here, so naturally, she wondered if he even drank.

"Wait until you hit your twenties. You think it's crappy now." Reid raised her glass to her lips and took a long sip.

"Why didn't you just hit a convenience store with that fake ID of yours? I'm sure they don't mind peddling to teenagers. Places with bouncers generally care about their customer's ages."

[Nico Martell]

And now she was raising a brow? Nico was tempted to raise one right back, but as he normally did, he suppressed the desire, instead just letting his inner voice be sarcastic or whatever. He did have to let out a sardonic little laughlike grunt as she mentioned the bit about being in the twenties.

"So they keep saying," he said. He was tempted to point out that by then he'd at least be freed of the school. Plus, his records would be sealed the moment he hit eighteen. So for now, it was more of a matter of playing the waiting game, just doing what he could. Which did mean that he should be laying low, and entering a bar was definitely not the best way of getting liquor. Even the girl he spoke with seemed to know that.

Nico's face twisted slightly as he came to that realization and he nodded. "Should've thought of that,' he admitted, giving her another tired look before turning again, really wanting that drink more than ever now.

[Reid Chase]

So the teen was a kid of few words, Reid could respect that. She wasn't much to talk to so she did understand the quiet. Besides, she was there to monitor the kid, make sure he didn't drink. He'd have plenty of time to make bad decisions once he was out of the system. Until then, Reid was going to make sure she was a good samaritan.

"You really should have." She nodded as she finished her drink before asking for another one. "You want warm milk? It's close to your bed time, isn't it?"

[Nico Martell]

Yes, he really should have. Nico didn't need to woman repeating that for it to get hammered home. He looked at her again, seeming to realize that she was the sort who bent rules, but never broke them. He'd met those kind too: willing enough to look the other way if you did something, but not the sort who'd actually help you with the doing of it.

And hey, there was that sarcasm again. Nico felt another retort, probably something about sucking it out of her tit, coming to his mouth, but he managed to just swallow it, instead turning to look at the nearest clock. "It's a weekend, I get another two hours," he said, before looking back at her. "So how about a soda pop?"

He couldn't help but have his lips twitch at least a little at that. He figured that he should at least get something, considering that he was there. Then he could at least say that he'd sneaked out and gotten a drink. Details were for people who weren't good at lying.