Last week Ron had felt angry, the week before that he had felt frustrated, now? He just felt... tired. Morose, and without reason. Ron's emotions were a roller coster that just kept going down, he wasn't even sure where he was getting off anymore, and it didn't matter.
Aberforth had threatened to cut him off after one more if he didn't chip up, so when Justin smiled at the bar tender, Ron put on his best grimace to show how happy he was.
"Gotta try. All the... girls about." Ron was fairly certain there was two actual females of their age in the establishment, and they were sleeping together. But it was the happy thing to say. He had forgotten for the moment who Justin was sleeping with. And that was probably for the best. "You usually drink here?"