Being a fit girl had to have its privileges. Extra alcohol was one she was definitely going to be taking advantage of tonight; it meant it would take less time for her to get wasted. She made a face at Blaise as she finished her own drink. "No Red. Call me Gin, Ginny, Ginevra, even Weasley, but not Red. I can't retaliate and call you Black, even if it is your hair color." She was already getting a little more talkative than usual, and she cast another smile at the bartender, this time batting her eyelashes. "Something with... that one!"
This time the alcohol was just served on the rocks, but it was a bizarre pastel blue color. Her glass was still a little fuller than Blaise's. She waited till the tender left before leaning over closer to Blaise. "Did he really just give me more alcohol for batting my eyelashes? I didn't think that'd actually work."