While the boys continued to play, she fixed herself a drink, and saw out any remaining players until it was just the three of them there. By then, she was seated on the bar, a bottle of whiskey next to her, a glass in hand.
Her brows perked as she looked over at the pair, when Wes acknowledged her existence. "Mmm, I'm sure he would. You're beautiful," she sighed, before swirling her glass and taking another sip. It had already taken four shots to bring her to the point that she couldn't feel the anger, she felt numb. It was sloppy, she knew it, yet there she was drinking just a bit more.
"Unfortunately boys, I do have places to be," she announced, setting the empty glass down. There was still the crystal ball she had to lift, even if she was just a little too intoxicated. She was certain she could apparate from that very spot, no need to get down, she mused to herself.