When she was shoved away, Hestia's cheeks with pink with happiness. She always blushed and for a multitude of reasons. But today it was because she was happy. Charlie was here and, really, what could be better than that? It had been ages and ages since the three of them were in a room together.
She grabbed the bottle of beer from his hand and looked down into the bottle. "How much of this did you drink? Because you better be planning on buying me more, wanker." Taking a hearty swig, she handed it back to Charlie and did a quick survey of her living room to make sure it wasn't all that messy.