It's short for Otabek. [He steps in close, lining up with Reggie and leaning in so he can hear him. Otabek shows Reggie his wrist.] I'm an imPort. Like you.

[As for the underage thing, Otabek doesn't go out and drink enough to worry about it. He assumes that if he really wanted it, he could ask someone he knows to get it for him, or convince good looking strangers to get him one.]

I thought they would know.

[He lifts a hand and rests it on Reggie's arm.] I don't know how to do this. Will you show me?