Chris had known Ade long enough to notice the way his eyes lingered on Emma and the somewhat snarky comment he gave about her. "Oh, don't tell me baby Dobbs has managed to piss you off?" Chris liked Emma, a lot. She was like an adorable kitten. Always trying to be polite yet standing her ground strongly. It did amuse Chris to think that Emma would piss Ade off, mainly because Adrian was so fucking easy to annoy it almost brought Chris no joy to try. She still did, obviously, but that was mostly because it amused her quite a lot.
When Ade approved of tequila shots for Chris, her eyes lit up. Chris was going to ace this compentition. She was very good with her tequila. And hopefully it wouldn't give her a hangover because she did have a game tomorrow. "Lets get us a table, then," she said, signaling with her hand towards the full tables. They were all taken, but both Chris and Ade were 'famous Quidditch players', how hard could it be for them to find a table, right?
"If you get us a table, I'll get us first... shall we say ten shots?" This night was going to be expensive but then again, Chris did earn a lot and daddy dearest gave her even more. It would definitely be her father's money she wasted. Given the chance she'd spend it all on shit that made no difference to him. That was a nice thought. Maybe she'd get all of the shots.