Taro just shrugs. He can't deny that he doesn't like being caught. Who does? But he raises his eyebrows at the question. This he can handle. He pulls out his wallet and flicks through his cards, pulling out his actual ID from between two cards. It's got Kei's name on it and everything.

Taro, being experienced with this sort of thing, had shoved his fake ID into a pocket at the front of the wallet where it didn't poke out. He's done the underage drinking thing before. He knows there's always a chance to be caught.