Katie shot Lexi an annoyed glare. "I'm going to do it just to piss you off," she grumbled, feeling annoyed at her friend. It wasn't like anything would come of this Flint thing. With Oliver off with his little Prophet reporter, she really should just move on. This was Oliver Wood. He didn't date. Not really. Ugh. She had to stop thinking about him. She pushed him out of her mind, feeling exceptionally annoyed that she let him rule her very existence. It was just bloody sex. That's it. Just sex. She shot Lexi an amused glance. "If he believed you, I'd be shocked. It's not like I'm his type." She rolled her eyes. "Not even a little."
When Marcus arrived and slid in next to her, not only did she groan, she waved another round of drinks over. She was going to need it if she had to deal with him. She took it, feeling more than drunk enough to stop thinking at this point. She raised a brow at Flint, crossing her legs under the table. "Shutup, Marcus," she said, glaring. Apparently, she was drunk enough to use his first name. That was a first. She leaned over to Lexi, voice not as low as she thought. "Why does he have to look so good in a leather jacket?"
Clint burst out laughing, content to let Lexi snuggle up with him. The glares he was getting from the other girls in the bar were enough to amuse him but watching Bell attempt subtly was possibly the most hilarious thing he'd witnessed in a very long time. "Christ," he said, rolling his eyes, grinning at Marcus.
Katie's round of shot's showed up and he took one, raising his glass. "Fucking weird nights are my favorite," he said, taking the shot. "Cheers, kids."