When I was in high school, I had a part time job at a grocery store that had an annual Christmas party. The first few years were open bar and I certainly took advantage of that.
The year before I went to my first one, they didn't even bother to check ID. But unfortunately, some underage girl got too hammered so the following year, my first, they were checking ID.
Anyways, they were checking ID and then stamping people's hands who were of age. Since I was only 17 at the time and without fake ID, I had to improvise. Since I had a membership at the gym downstairs, I went down and asked used their red stamp on my hand, smudged it and then upstairs claimed the stamp got smeared when I washed my hands.
So it was a good time that night until the excessive alcohol consumption caught up with me and I had to rest my head at one of the tables. At this point one of the waiters busted my faux stamp and ratted me out to the store's owner. However, since he knew my old man he knew there would be no parental complaints from my family so all was good. Since most of the people there were either students who appreciated maximum alcohol consumption or grocery store lifers who were accustomed to liquor-augmented nights, the matter was never a big deal to anyone.
A few years later new ownership took over the store and the open bar was no more unfortunately.
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