It’s only 9 p.m., but your night is already over.
“Guys, ID’s,” says the La Negrita bartender who, up until now, has served you countless drinks without a problem. Your friend promptly pulls out her ID—she’s “21” and from “West Orange, Maryland”—and hands it over. The bartender grips the ID and stares at it. “It’s fake,” she nonchalantly says, not even making eye contact.
