"You know every single guy I've met has told me that," Lavender smirked, raising an eyebrow. A tiny voice in her head told her to behave.
She smirked again. "Told you!"
Lavender took another swig from her glass, and than ran her hand through her hair. "Guess you could say that. The thing is, I'm a werewolf. And it would seem that this comes with a higher alcohol tolerance than regular people. And before you ask, no, I don't have fleas."