James snorted. "There's people as old as my parents around. I don't need to show off my arse." In fact, he didn't want to show anything to anyone in this club.
He made a face. "Pumpkin juice martini? What the fuck, Craig? That's really disgusting. Why can't you drink something normal? Like beer, for example." He grinned. "Yeah, I heard. It was all over the Auror department the moment hey told my father. I haven't got Dylan's recount yet, though." He raised an eyebrow. "Why would he hex you?"