Who: Alicia Spinnet and Bill Weasley What: Night at the Quaffle. Where: … the Quaffle When: Wednesday night.
Alicia honestly didn’t mind working at the bar. Sure, she would have rather stayed professional quidditch player, but injury and single motherdom had taken that away from her. She wasn’t bitter though, her son was a gift and after Oliver helped them through their rough patch...well, she owed him. Wednesdays were a particularly slow day, but it was some someones birthday and so there was a rowdy group of Ministry workers in a back booth drinking themselves into a stupor.
She loaded up another tray of beers, moving them to the table with a bit of a wink and grin, passing out the beers. She mostly ignored their cat calls, she was used to costumers flirting with her, and often times she’d just sort of offer them a smile in return. She gave them a look when one of them made a lewd comment, but said nothing. She had handled worse, and instead moved to fill other Orders.
“Oy, Bar babe.” One of the men called, and she had to restrain the urge to roll her eyes as she walked back over to the table. While in conversation with one, another moved behind her, placing his hands brazenly on her butt. She turned quick, pushing him away from her, only to hear more comments about how she must be feisty in bed. She didn’t bother with their Order and instead stomped angrily to the bar.