Pansy excused herself from Natalie to get another drink. Her glass was abysmally empty, and somehow, she'd quite lost it. So she definitely needed another.
At the bar, she'd asked for another two fingers of firewhiskey only to change her mind and tell the bartended to let her pour it herself. She'd had to sip the excess off the top of the glass before she could pick it up, but that had been quite funny, she'd thought. The bartended hadn't agreed, but she decided that Draco told them to be snippy. She'd have to speak to him about that.
After drinking enough of the fireshiksy...no the firewhishky....the liquor...to carry the glass safely, she'd turned to look at the crowd. A familiar unfamiliar face caught her attention, and her eyes blazed.
How dare a stinky stranger come in and kiss her Harry, anyway????
Tossing back the rest of the glass....and what had happened to the burn, she wanted to know, it was like drinking nasty tasting water....Pansy marched off to the offensive stranger with the quite handsome face.
At least, she tried. Her feet seemed to want to go somewhere else, but Pansy insisted and made them turn in the direction she wanted. After a few tries, she made it to her target.
Unfortunately, her shoe caught in her dress, and she almost fell at his feet. Would have, except he was standing in the way so she fell into him instead.
Pushing herself off him, she demanded, 'Who are you and how dare you flirt with the handsome men who already have someone trying to flirt with them but they're too stupid to realize because they have issues!'