Lydia's familiar with the trick; it's not her first rodeo. At least, she doesn't think it is. She remembers nightclubs and slipping by the bouncer with a fake ID, sitting at a bar and being approached by men doing the very same. Once, even a woman. Lydia leans in anyway, because that's how this goes and if she wants a free drink, this is the easiest way to get it. Plus, it doesn't hurt that he's attractive. She wonders idly if everyone here is.

"Well, thank you," she says coyly, flashing him a smile and holding a hand toward him to shake. "I'm Lydia," she adds, leaning back just a little to give them space for a handshake that won't be right in their faces.

His offer is exactly what she's looking for and she glances over to see them coming. "I would love a drink," she says, chewing playfully at her bottom lip and looking up at him through her eyelashes.