Oliver chuckled a little. It was always amusing to watch someone try to drink when they weren't familiar with the drink. "It's good for you. Can't be considered a real Quidditch player unless you can take a shot or seven," he said in a teasing tone.
The sheer amount of alcohol Oliver had been drinking since Wednesday had dulled all his common sense. He shouldn't be standing there drinking with Ginny. He'd come to the Gala to confront Penny and he'd done that. Now he didn't want to be here, but it was rude to walk away from a pretty witch.
"And you've got a long way to catch up. I'm pretty fucking drunk."