"Who wants a soggy George anyway?" He said shaking himself off pretending to be creeped out by the idea of it.
"Too much for you lass," he said drinking the rest of his pint down and getting himself a glass of firewhiskey. "Too bad you reach your limit faster then most, Gryffindors don't have that problem." His voice was half friendly half sarcastic. "That's right, remember it's the best looking Weasley you want to be around..." he said giving her a smile.
George loved being out for the evening, he enjoyed the company. "It's nice having your own life and running your own business. Liberating really," George said fixing his hair up as a girl gave him the eye from across the room. "If you want a drink, you now know my name... give me an owl I'll be there."