Katie laughed and nodded, moving to sit on the barstool, crossing her long legs in front of her, idly tapping Marcus's leg as they sat. "That's so very true," she said, shaking her head. "You're rather popular gossip fodder." Katie, for the most part, managed to stay out of trouble. She didn't binge drink. She wasn't a partier and the only person she was every linked to was Oliver. But most people had grown bored with that, or so she'd thought. Especially since they weren't actually together. No. Somehow, in all of this, she'd become the bad person. Not that it was a surprise to her. Oliver was a Quidditch favorite and while Katie might be the darling… the legions of female fans were more than ready to stab her with their quills.
"Exactly where I got it," she said, laughing softly. "Why do you think it's so short?" Well, that and she was well over six feet tall in her current outfit. "It's filled with everything a girl could want. Except for Lexi and I." It was definitely one of the reasons they got on so well. They wore the same size, which, was odd as Katie was about six inches taller. "I tried to find shoes but her feet are smaller than mine." She actually didn't mind the dress. It was sexy but not too revealing and classy at the same time. "It still had the tag on it when I stole it."
She felt her eyes roll upward as she shook her head. "Should've known it was Warrington," she teased. "Only Marcus Flint would stop in the middle of sex to talk to Clint Warrington." Sometimes she wondered about those two. They were ridiculous. "Too bad. I can't imagine I'll be drunk enough to let it happen anytime soon."