Knowing that her folks were upstairs having dinner, Minerva decided to hang around the Leaky and have a few drinks before going out to other places on a Saturday night. James and Dylan were still getting themselves situated, and Craig just got back so his company wasn't available. Minerva thought of even calling on Molly to see if she wanted to go out - but decided against it. Molly didn't do what Minerva did.
Sitting at the bar, Minerva ordered another pint which would be her last before heading out. The bloke beside her had been drinking firewhiskeys and she had been for the most part ignoring him.
Until he murmured something and she smirked.
"Drink firewhiskeys all night like you have and that's pretty much what you'll feel like in the morning. Bloody fucking hell."