" French?" Alisa spoke in proper french (not Cajun french) and then raised an eyebrow at the man who had approached her. She pushed some auburn hair from her eyes and lazily crossed one of her legs over the other in front of him.

" A brandy would be nice. I just like the kick something like moonshine has. Especially since It has been such a rough day. Unless you have something more powerful?" She gave him a bit of a dark smile. "Might I ask your name? It is not often I run into someone who can speak my language."