WHO: Angelina and George WHAT: After throwing darts at a map they end up in Butte, Montana, finding out it's not as awesome as they thought everywhere in America they get to drinking. WHEN: Friday August 5 WHERE: Bar in Butte Montana.
American muggle money was strange to her, and as a result she had no idea if these drinks she'd been downing were expensive or not. She did not care. The plan had been extremely off the cuff and ill planned. For the life of her she didn't understand why she was surprised that they ended up in the middle of nowhere.
But still she'd fed muggle coins into the music machine in the corner hoping the songs she picked were awesome.
Angelina, however, could always make lemonade out of lemons. It was her, George and Booze. She didn't need more to have fun. "You," she started loudly and carefully so she didn't slur through her drunkenness, "always take me to the classiest bloody places, George Weasley."