Firewhiskey and Pilsner..? Alicia pursed her lips and muttered a quiet “Hi,” back in reply. This night was already shaping up to be either memorable or completely forgotten – most likely the latter – but she wasn’t about to back down. Maybe Firewhiskey was what she needed, considering it was something she hardly ever touched.
As Katie reached for her glass, so did Alicia. “Just shove me in the Floo when I fall of the chair, yeah?” she said and without hesitation knocked back the shot and chased the fire with a long, refreshingly cold and crisp chug from her beer. Almost instantly, her arms felt tingly and the way her stomach was burning reminded her that maybe lunch had been too long ago, and maybe… she hadn’t had the dinner she had considered earlier.
Katie had more or less disappeared since the Battle, and though Alicia had stopped by, she hadn’t stopped by as much as she knew she should; she’d had to take care of herself, and by taking care of herself, she had hidden behind the need for Healers to help out with the bulk of injured now in the hospital. “Have you had someone look at that mark on your forehead?” she asked, remembering how it had looked immediately after the Battle, though also recognizing it as something lingering. Waving Tom back to them, she gestured for a refill of their Firewhiskeys and put in an order for a plate of Welsh rarebits and chips.