Having spotted Emma sitting at one of the tables, Lexi had excused herself from Clint, leaving him to speak with one Quidditch player or another. She didn't recall the man's name, but that was beside the point. She'd had a few beers since arriving and that certainly didn't help. It wasn't anything personal. She was more interested in Emma. Heading toward the other girl, Lexi slid into the chair beside her, promptly dropping both elbows on the table and supporting her chin with an upturned palm. Following Emma's eyes, she spotted Adrian, speaking to some woman. Ironically, she had the best seat in the house. She could see Adrian, Marcus, Katie, and Clint. The little bugger.
Letting her eyes drift to where Emma was staring, she grinned. "He's so very sauve in comparison to Marcus' devil-may-care. It's hilarious." A lot of people thought they were all the same. Same house, same attitudes, same person. They really couldn't be more wrong. "As for Clint," she smirked, eyes moving to openly appreciate the sight of him, "he's my own little corner of gorgeous. Just between us girls, you can bounce sickles off those abs. Trust me, I've tried." She joked, turning her attention back to Emma.
"Why are you sitting over here by yourself?" she asked, curiously. There were plenty of people in attendance that Emma knew. "More importantly, do you realize there are flowers on your pants?" It was a very serious question. Maybe she'd gotten dressed in the dark and hadn't seen a mirror before she left. She couldn't fathom any other reason as to why someone might want to have flowers all over them.