"The usual. My Indian ale, if you want it." Harry had already had two, but he was comfortable and relaxed, so a third ale sounded like just the thing. "What brings you out tonight? I didn't know you came here on your own. The Three Broomsticks is still making repairs, that's why I'm here."
Well, it was one reason. The other was that he felt restless and anxious, waiting for the Order to regroup, and he thought a few drinks might calm him down. He didn't want to explain to anyone why he was tense, as most everyone he knew was in the Order, but Faelan made for an exception and good company. He signaled Tom for a round and flushed, aware he had been wittering.