[i]Victoria was in luck that the bartender wasn't busy with anything, because otherwise, she likely would've gone unheard. He raised a bushy eyebrow at the girl, resolutely shaking his head as he walked on over, dress shoes tapping on the wood. He was a big, burly man with tanned skin like leather, a big, bushy beard of hair as black as night, a head of scruffy hair that was as dark as his beard, and yet... he had two friendly, ocean blue eyes that shone amicably, filled with jolliness. "Can't do," He spoke in response, words accompanied with another shake of his head, "Not unless you ID yourself." He actually thought she was underage. Damn.[/i]