Katie wasn't into the named drinks. She preferred her whisky straight up and maybe a beer. But that was it. Too much sugar and alcohol made her ill. She hated that feeling. "It was either that or Death in the Afternoon but that's a little less subtle," she said, with a grin. "Sometimes it's nice to watch them struggle to figure out the message you're sending." She was an expert at drink names. She'd had just about every one she could think of sent to her. She followed Lexi's gaze and burst into laughter. "I love that reaction," she said, shaking her head as the guy's faces turned red and they hurried out of the bar.
Katie laughed and shrugged. "He would definitely be annoyed as shite," she said, smiling. "Marcus would shag me just to make sure Oliver found out about it." Those two would get into a pissing contest over a bloody chair if they each wanted it. "Cocky? Marcus Flint? I'm not even sure that's a good enough word to describe it. Between him and Oliver… I might be cockied out."
On the other side of town, Clint grinned. "We all have our roles in our lovely little Ravenclaw's life," he said, snorting. "She wouldn't have it any other way. We spoil her something rotten."
He leaned back, staring at the bar. "That's a question for the ages,' he said, shaking his head. "I guess they have a lot in common. Bell was third in our class, just under Lexi. They took a lot of the same courses and I think they trained together briefly before Bell decided to play professionally." He shook his head. "Though, Lexi and Gryffindors don't mix. I'm shocked the friendship has lasted this long."
Grinning, he raised his glass. "Gotta admit," he said, amused. "Watching those two walk into a room together is amusing as fuck." They were both very good looking women.