No

You approach the front doors where a large man in a black t-shirt is standing with arms folded. "ID's." He says gruffly.

"We're here to see my cousin Serena. She's a bartender here." Phil confidently says.

"Good for her. ID's." He dismissively replies.

"She can vouch for us, trust me. Just let me go in and-" Phil starts in but gets cut off.

"If you're not 21 you're not getting in kid. I don't give a shit who you know." The bouncer declares.

"Sorry." Phil says, turning to you, his cheeks pink with embarrassment. "I thought my in would work."