Alicia felt her eyes slowly roll up as she sighed and slid off her bar stool, turning, drink in hand, over to where Adrian was sitting with Montague, that bastard. No. Not Adrian. Pucey. Shite.
Their eyes met for a fraction of a second and she felt her heart jump a little in her chest just seeing him, a tiny smile flickering the edges of her lips before she could stop it.
"Evening, gentleman," she said, taking a seat in between them and leaning back in it a bit. "Montague... Pucey."