Ginny smirked and poked her tongue out at Seamus in return. She pulled up a stool and sat, staring unabashedly as he mixed her drink--he really did have quite the nice arse. If she weren't practically married, she'd have shagged Seamus. She wondered why they never had in the past, and then remembered Mandy.
"Seamus, I'm a Weasley. I have never once been sick from alcohol, and hardly ever even have a headache the next day. I don't think I have to worry about mixing types of alcohol." She smirked again, and took a sip of her drink. It was strong, just as she liked it.
"And I think you're quite right to be scared of Neville," she said proudly. "He could totally kick your arse. However, you're in the clear because he never would, because he knows I love him." Her ring flashed under the lights, proof of her statement.