Katie leaned back, comfortable and more than a little buzz. Oliver was in the back of her mind, the guilt she'd felt over going out all but gone. It wasn't as though he was limiting his activities. They weren't together and more than likely he was out and about roaming the town for his own whatever. She pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind, ignoring the sliver of guilt she felt. It wasn't as though they'd even discussed any of the whole… sex thing. They were just teammates now. That was it.
It was pretty amusing watching the drinks come. She'd barely finished one before another was being set down. Fame had it's perks. Course, some of the selections were a little out there. "If I get another Sex on the Beach or Blowjob," she said, looking disgustedly towards the leering guys. "I'm going to send them a Corpse Reviver."
Lexi's question had her sighing and she shrugged. "No real reason," she said. Though, to be honest. She had a thing for Quidditch captains. They were easily her weakness. She'd lost her virginity to Roger Davies. Had snagged Cedric Diggory and now Oliver… She might as well round it off with Flint. Though, the thought should disgust her. But he was so bloody good looking. Not that she necessarily thought being a notch on his post would be any better than being one on Wood's. She grinned, tossing back the shot of whiskey. "He's good looking and it'd piss off Oliver if it got out."
Clint laughed and shook his head. "I get it," he said, amused. "They fucking suck." Except when they were beating them. The rivalry between the two teams was new and extended from the number of Slytherins on Falmouth and Gryffindors on Puddlemere. Not to mention the sheer amount of hate that flowed between Flint and Wood. It was easy enough for the fans to latch onto and those games were always sold out. He snorted at his question and shot him an amused look. "She hates Quidditch?" he laughed.