"With me," she said with a bit of a grunt, "You get what you get." She settled the crutches under her arms after she took accepted them from Noah. Okay, she could do this. "Lets just get in and get a table, it'll be better," she said with a nod.
Slowly, but surely Alison hobbled towards the bar, stopping when she needed to to rest, but managing to the front door. She pushed the door open with a the crutch and staggered forward.
"Oh shit," she said with a big grin. "Mikey!" she obviously knew the doorman.
"Blaire!" he shouted back and clapped a hand on her back. "So its true," he said his voice tinged with concern.
"Ah, yeah," she said quickly not going into details. Whatever the 'truth' was, she knew it wasn't so. Only she knew what that was. "So this is my pal Noah," she said with a tip of her head. "You wanna hook us up?" She grinned ruefully and flashed him those big blue eyes.