"Well, the offer is there if you change your mind," she said with an unbothered shrug. She sipped idly at her bottle. She assumed they would be moving onto the dancefloor.
She wrinkled her nose in sympathy. "Yeah, I tend to find a lack of orgasms pretty frustrating," she agreed. At least that's what she thought Lily was talking about.
Apparently she was wrong about the dancefloor, but trailed after Lily happily enough. "I'm good with butterbeer," she said, raising her half-finished bottle. "I've got work tomorrow and my dad would kill me, even if there isn't anything booked for tomorrow." Hungover was not a good look for employees in such a sombre business, as she had been told a couple of times before learning her lesson.