"You wanna put a smile on my face? I could t'ink o' a few t'ings you could do... but I left dat list at home." Smirking, she drank a bit more from her glass before the Bartender reached over and grabbed her arm.

"You little freak! You took that from the bar!" The man was furious as he looked at Alisa. "You better be able to pay for that bottle, it's two hundred dollars, mutie!"

"Actually, dis bottle o' Vodka runs for seventy five retail. I should know as I got a bottle jus' like dis at my office." She gave a sweet smile to the tender, who's fury just got worse.

"You..." The tender was shaking in anger as he continued to hold on to Alisa's arm. He was almost digging his nails into it, but she seemed to not pay any mind, or appear hurt by his actions. "Get out of here! Get out!"

"Sure t'ing!" Still smiling, Alisa jerked her arm back towards her, taking the bartender who was grabbing her arm for a ride. He was flung from the bar, down to the ground by her feet as though he weighed nothing at all. "Awww... dat looked like it hurt. Maybe you should lay off yah own product behind dat bar, no?"

Adjusting her sunglasses, she looked over to Ryan. "C'mon, let's blow dis joint. I got a feelin' I ain' welcome here. An' dat a shame, 'cause you know... I got money invested in dis place. But hey, if dey don' want a "mutie's" money, it's on dem an' not me."