Though she didn't quite share the same hero-worship of Kingsley that Kevin had (if she hero worshipped anyone, honestly, it was Tonks because how could you not think someone who could change their appearances and SPECIES at will to be seriously kick arse? Especially when they were hot to boot?), Su definitely still thought he was cool. And she was smiling when she dropped into a seat next to Kevin, though not grinning quite as widely as her boyfriend was.
At the question, she said excitedly, "I want a Shirley Temple!" Okay so what if it wasn't the most adult thing? It had a cherry in it. And grenadine. It was awesome. But as an afterthought she added, "Or a fizzy drink, it doesn't really matter."
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The looks in their direction faded away, back to normal. It wasn’t particularly a place to pick someone up, much less than at a club, but Kings had gotten hit on a few times while there, usually when he was alone. They both looked quite happy, with large amounts of energy. Kings usually toned himself down during such meetings, at least while waiting, so as not to draw attention to himself, but he was a very energetic person, so it felt natural.
“Designated driver,” Kings teased a little, “Very responsible.” His smile was fairly wide as well. His duffel bag was charmed so as not to have any muggle capable to just carry it away. In fact, it was ridiculously charmed because on top of its protection were spells to hide the fact that it was charmed and make it more difficult to detect the magic on it. He was still loath to leave it alone, but he was going to be entrusting it with Kevin anyway, the man reminded himself.
“I’ll be right back,” he told them, smoothly standing up and returning to the bar. It wasn’t terribly busy at the moment, so Kings didn’t have to wait long. “A chocolate stout, Arnold Palmer, and Shirley Temple please,” Kings ordered.
“A boy for the lad and a girl for the bird?” the bartender asked with a wink.
“You know us so well,” Kings chuckled as the man went about making the drinks. Standing with his elbow on the bar, he watched the two and the bartender at the same time. Paying for all three, Kings carried them over, setting the bright Shirley Temple down first, then Kevin’s Arnold Palmer, and lastly sat down with his full pint. His first one was almost gone.
“I ordered you an Arnold Palmer - half-lemonade, half-iced tea,” Kings told Kevin.
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Kevin's grin widened at the compliment. He probably wouldn't have had alcohol even if he wasn't driving - there were other reasons not to do that, such as being able to keep his wits about him if attacked, and the fact that he hadn't actually had a drop of alcohol since that time he'd accidentally ended up shagging a Death Eater - but if being the designated driver made him responsible in the books of the King of Awesome, he definitely wanted to be the designated driver.
He was so pleased with this that he didn't even notice that Kingsley hadn't waited for a specific order from him, and grinned at Su, curling both of his arms around one of hers. "I like you in pink," he said. "And stripes. Stripes suit you."
God, he loved everything right now. His excitement over who they were with and what they were doing just made everything else amplified, including how much he liked Su. Although, ironically, he was probably being mistaken for her flamingly gay friend right now. "I'd go straight for you," he added, when this occurred to him, and laughed.
He looked up when Kingsley returned, and his expression lit at the drink that had been chosen for him. "Thanks!" he said, with enthusiasm. He took it, and sipped. "Ooh. Delicious."