Needy chuckled a bit at that, shrugging. "Hey, I don't see a problem with it. They ran the place, after all." And that was something to take into account, the fact that they ran it. If it just turned out that he had been dragged to bars for his whole life, that would be one thing. But it was a completely different situation when it was like home because your parents ran a bar. But hey, at least Needy didn't feel the need to comment on the fact that he was, in fact, blushing.
"Feel free to have a seat," she said, grinning at the only other chair at the table. "Usually that one's reserved for people that think they can beat me at arm wrestling, and even are willing to place a bet on it, but I can make an exception tonight." She wouldn't mind the company, after all.