Smiling over her shoulder, Minerva looked Atlas up and down not hiding her interest. Drunk and Slytherin he might be - and possibly a werewolf though she doubted it - Atlas was pretty fit. "Well thank you. Maybe when you're sober you'll find me dead sexy," she replied.
Minerva tilted back her pint, put a generous tip on the bar for Ben and flashed her friend a smile. Then she turned her attention back to Atlas.
"True. Maybe I'm worried you're going to eat me up," she told the wizard with a sultry little smirk. "And maybe I'll show you some nooks and crannies, but not tonight. Why don't you leave me a note here when you're sober, and we'll see."
Minerva may be a woman who enjoyed having a good time, but she wasn't the sort that picked up drunken blokes for a shag. She did have some standards.
"Don't keep me waiting, Atlas," she told him, before turning around to go home.