Needy looked over when she heard a familiar voice, then grinned once she saw Ron standing nearby. "Hey there, Ron. I didn't expect to see you trying to get in here," she said, chuckling softly. She didn't have anything against the guy personally, but she knew he was the same age as she was, and that meant that he wasn't supposed to be in a bar for another three years.
Unless he worked at one, that is.
"I work here," she added with a bit of a shrug. "Bouncer and ID checker. But I think the better question is what are you doing here? I know perfectly well that you're not twenty-one yet. Did you come to alleviate my boredom by trying to talk me into letting you drink?"