Miller grabbed a pint glass. "First one’s on the house for surviving the DMV," he said, the ghost of a smirk appearing. "But get that thing swapped for a horizontal one tomorrow. It makes my eyes hurt."
The neon sign of "The Rusty Mug" buzzed like a trapped hornet, casting a jittery crimson glow over Leo’s shoes. He reached into his back pocket and felt the familiar plastic rectangle. It was his twenty-first birthday, but in the eyes of Illinois law, his ID still looked like a teenager’s report card—long, thin, and stubbornly vertical. can you buy alcohol with a vertical license illinois
"Turned twenty-one today," Leo said, his voice cracking just enough to betray him. "Check the 'Under 21 until' date." Miller grabbed a pint glass