As she stepped up to the bar, Alessia noticed right away that the bartender was not the one she'd originally gone to. The other guy had been more than happy to provide her with a drink despite the lack of ID. All she'd had to do was bat her eyelashes and smile and he'd been putty in her hands. Alessia wasn't a conceited girl, but she knew what worked and it was something she never hesitated to use to her advantage. The bartender she had now, however, was not so easily swayed by a pretty face. Even her big baby blues weren't making a dent in his resolve, and she was beginning to get frustrated.
"I am asking for a refill, not an initial drink. How do you think I got one to begin with?" she demanded, her French accent more prominent now that she was getting riled up. It was always there thanks to her upbringing and visits to their home in France, but she could hide it a little better when she was calm. Right now, Alessia was far from calm. She had hoped the reasonable argument, paired with an accent guys usually found exotic and sexy, would help her case. The bartender merely frowned, shaking his head. "If you got it initially then producing the ID again shouldn't be a problem," he countered, unwavering in his resolve.
Just as Alessia was about to give up, she heard a voice speak up behind her. Turning, she was surprised to see the guitarist from the band they'd just watched standing behind her and ordering another round on him. A smile formed on her pretty face as the guy finally turned without question and went to fill the newcomer's request, and Alessia was openly pleased her predicament had been solved. Not to mention, this musician was very easy on the eyes, and having a cute knight in shining armor always made things better. "Alessia Mercier," she offered in returned, liking the way their differing accents seemed to compliment each other. "Thank you for that. I was starting to wonder if I'd need to take my top off to get another or something."