gretchen watkins is the spice of life (toffer) wrote in changedrpg,
"Pfft," Gretch waved off his theory. "Good boys are too much work, I don't want to work for a shag. What fun is that? It's like being in a relationship and who wants that?"
At his question, she matched his gaze for a moment, curling her lips slightly and mirroring his smile, though not as widely. "Ooh, I'd say," she mused, raising her glass and swirling the whisky in it, then ordering another and shooting him a wicked grin. "One more."
It truly was a shame, Gretch lamented as she smiled up at Tom when he delivered her drink, but she didn't let anyone talk to her like that. She downed the first glass and picked up the second, weighing it in her hand for a moment before pulling back and tossing it in his face. Dropping the glass onto the bar, she slipped off the stool, casually ignoring both Sirius' sputtering and the looks of their fellow pub-goers.