"I have no idea. It's stupid, if you ask me," Needy started with a shrug. "They lowered it to eighteen for a few years back in like... the sixties or seventies or something, then just took it up to twenty-one again." But when she saw Ron standing with his arms out like that she couldn't help perking a brow before standing from her chair. "I really should start charging people for this. Or at least taking bets or something," she added, chuckling softly to herself. After a quick glance around to make sure no one was paying that much attention to her, Needy moved quickly towards Ron, just a touch faster than anyone would have expected her to move, then got a good grip on his arm. Within a matter of seconds she flipped him over his shoulder so he was flat on his back on the floor, just as she said he would be.
The smug look was still on her face as she plopped back down in her chair. "My boss isn't here tonight. So if you promise to bring me a beer I'll let you in. And don't tell the bartender it's for me."