Demelza smirked. "See? How can you say you like strippers if you' only know me? I'm not the girl to be basing all the strippers on. You should go to the club and meet more," she said with a shrug, her expression only changing when he went on about his father again. She could tell he was getting drunk, because he seemed to be having trouble keeping the topics straight. "Being a dragon trainer isn't good enough for him? Well, then what is? Like I said, does he want you to be the next Minister of Magic or something? Head of the Aurors?"
Demelza gave him a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Yeah, it really was. And she didn't even just kick my ass to the curb when I was seventeen or graduated. She wanted me to stay, so I left instead. We still keep in touch. Every holiday and more is over at her place," she said with a nod.
"Tact? What's tact?" she asked, playfully. "I have no idea what you mean. Maybe that's why we get along so well, neither one of us has tact. Well, considering you and her seem to still be on good terms from what I can tell, I believe she got over that whole lack of tact thing. Maybe she even finds it charming now or just has come to expect and accept it. Which, in my opinion, would speak more highly of her than of you."
"Thank you!" she cried, grinning at him. "They do! And people do. I've heard it before about some other girl and wanted to gag. Myself on a cock."