((OOC: Sorry, doll! Been gone to the land of no internet!))
"Sure, just a refill, thanks," Ally said to her, pushing her glass forward a little. No, she wasn't really a regular at all. For someone as pretty as her, if she wasn't working, she went out very little, sadly enough. She should probably fix that, shouldn't she? She didn't want to get old and turn into that 'old' stripper who still hung around the club. Yuck. It was getting time to find a man. Hopefully a rich one, even.