Fortunately, Dominic's beer of choice tended to come bottled rather than in pint form, so he was saved a messy accident as someone bumped into him. "No harm done," he assured the woman, turning and giving her a smile as he recognised her. "Lisa. Good to see you." He glanced around her, not seeing anyone else that looked like they belonged to her this evening. "You here alone? I was hoping to find someone who wants to talk something other than Quidditch." He gestured to a nearby table with a tilt of his head, watching for her answer.
Previous conversations had clued him in to the fact Lisa wasn't a big Quidditch fan and that was just fine with him. He'd rather play than watch, and even rather watch than listen to it. Brilliant as the magical world was he just couldn't get behind the idea of listening to sports on the radio. Someone needed to invent a magical television-equivilant. The magic was obviously possible, if omnioculars were anything to go by, so... Dominic shook his head at himself. Tonight was not for speculating about magical innovations. He'd done enough of that at work. Tonight was for conversation with a beautiful woman, if she'd oblige him.