Cobb was pretty sure the "legal" drinking age was something like eighteen back home but no one really followed those laws. No one really followed any laws back home.

"You're what? Eighteen? Nineteen?" Cobb looked Billy up and down. "You look more than old enough to drink in a cantina back home. No laws here say you can't."

He'd been drinking by fifteen but things were different in a slave commune. "It's made from shrimp they tell me. That's why it's got a salty taste. No idea if it's true or not."