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Millicent Bulstrode (reinventingmils) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Wingbeat
This was precisely what the Healer had ordered. Mils turned away from the bar, drink in hand, and started for the tables, determined to find a seat if she had to levitate someone out of theirs. But that was easier said than done: every few steps or turns through the crowd, someone yelled her name, and still riding the high of getting through the final week without Rich at work, Mils stopped for each one, gossiping and laughing and giving air-kisses until finally she noticed she'd sipped through her drink, and her glass was tragically empty.

The schoolmate she was currently chatting up squealed when she mentioned heading back to the bar. "You need to get a Jade!" she shouted into Mils' ear, pulling her closer as someone pushed past them. "The bartender made me a really good one, and it's Slytherin green in a glass! I'll buy you one!"

Well, she was sold. Mils let herself be tugged back to the bar, where one Jade turned into one Jade, two Shamrock Shooters, an Irish Frost shot, and a handful of chips, before Mils begged off with a laugh because she needed to get onto the dance floor sometime tonight. She slid off of her stool a little bit liquidly, accepted her second Jade with an air-kiss and a promise to meet up for lunch, and turned herself toward the dance floor with a lazy smile and a shake of her hair, lengthened specially for the evening. She felt loose, and free -- enough to dance, which was good, because she was ready to shake off the office and be a girl in a good-looking outfit out for some fun. She waved to one of the girls from Finance as she passed, then halted as someone stopped in front of her.

"It's a Jade!" Mils held up her glass almost conspiratorially, only belatedly realising the man in front of her was one of Potter's Gryffindors. And of course Finnigan was bright-eyed and loud, which probably meant he'd had a little something before getting here, but Mils was too relaxed to care about any of that just now. Life was good, and she did like his pub, so...whatever. She almost offered him a taste, out of habit from when she went out with Pansy or Dora, or even Adi, then paused mid-action. "The bartenders are doing a really good job tonight."