The rules worked differently in America than they did back home. A man his age could enter a bar without any trouble back where he was from. Ron had no knowledge of the differences here, which was why he didn't think twice about entering the bar that Needy was working in. He didn't have any clue that it was she who would be standing on the other side of the door he was walking through, but the moment that he saw her Ron's face lit up. It was rare when he saw a familiar face outside of the apartments around here. Seeing one now, especially when he was out looking to do something that wasn't sulking because Hermione was gone, was a brilliant thing indeed.
"Oi," Ron started, waving Needy down, "what're you doing here?"
Was this where she worked? Was she allowed to take a break and have a few rounds with him or would that be against the rules? Needy wasn't necessarily his first pick when it came to company choices, but she was all right.