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Gwenog Jones (haveyoumet_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

She had a feeling that Finwick didn't quite follow her joke at first and she wasn't sure if it was because it was unexpected, he'd hit his head one too many times, or he was just a bit drunk, but at least he smiled in the end.

Crossing to the bar Gwenog waved down the bartender with a combination of reputation, glare, and a bit of a flash of cleavage. She wasn't entirely sure if the last one was actually something said bartender was interested in, but she found it amusing so she tended to do it anyway unless they became uncomfortable. She leaned back on the bar, turned to Merwyn as he began to compliment her. "One glass of juice isn't going to ruin me. That's reserved for something that makes my publicity team start charging me extra!" she joked. They'd done that a few times when she'd done something that needed a spectacular level of spinning to keep the conservative ends of the wizarding world happy. The compliment, however, was basically the best way to make her not immediately hate a given person and she smiled. "Not necessary, I'm a big girl, I can buy my own, even when people say good things about the way I ride." She wet her lips automatically with a flash of tongue and dug some money from her pocket to pay for the drinks that were on their way. "Want to go grab a table?" she asked, gesturing over to where she'd been sitting before.