“Mm, praise from the handsome bartender,” Melinda beamed at Ben, stepping up on the small foot rail for his offered kiss, before she sat back down again. While she would happily accept drinks from both Ben and Cho tonight, the thought of having other people pay for them just didn’t sit right with her.
“Now, now,” she chastised Cho playfully, “there’ll be none of that tonight, and you know very well that your exotic beauty’s admired by, well, everyone.” She smiled at Cho and asked Ben for a Gin & Tonic.
“You haven’t read your journal today?” she asked, even as she pulled her own from her purse and started flipping through it. “Or listened to the Wireless? I heard the recap right after the Puddlemere/Pride match, that Roger’d been taken to St. Mungo’s, and then there was this.” Melinda turned her journal so Cho could read. “He’s home, but on bedrest, I take it, so it’s been arranged for Flint to come pick up the care-package so Roger can have it tomorrow.”