With her martini now gone, and the bottle service a total bust, Alisa made her way to the bar, standing next to the poor sap who was alone on the dance floor.

"Bartender, anoder Martini... an' one for de other sad face around here!" She managed to get the tender's attention, along with an eye roll as he went to go make the drinks. She frowned at his reaction, but forced herself to remain calm. "So what's got you all sad faced. You'd t'ink a guy like yourself would be happy as heck."