"Okay, for one," Needy started. She couldn't help smirking just a bit at the wizard as she spoke. "Welcome to America, here you have to be twenty-one to drink. It sucks ass, trust me, I know. Twenty-one to drink, but you can work with alcohol when you're eighteen. And for two, I'm stronger than I look. I could have you on your back on the floor in about two seconds if I really wanted to. But, lucky for you, unless you want a demonstration I really don't have any plans to throw you around."
Her smirk shifted back into more of a grin as Needy leaned back in her chair and looked around the bar. "But, if you're nice to me and stop yelling about being eighteen I might let you in here anyway. Lucky for you, Cal's not bartending tonight, because he knows you're the same age I am."