[ John's brow furrows a bit at the laughter, but... he gets it.

And ignores it. ]

Sort of hope they're just refusing service to everyone who looks underage for now. Really was afraid I'd come in and find a milk bar instead.

[ His hand perches atop one of the stools two down from Booth, silently asking permission. If the man doesn't want him there, though, he'll head off to the other side of the bar. He's not the sort to force his company on anyone. ]