"You don't have the pleasure of being in that group," he responded, dryly. He wasn't all that pleased about her plopping down on the couch either. He had not intended to remain home for the evening to babysit. Hell, if he wanted to do that he could have sent an owl to Lyssy. He didn't know what the hell was happening here and it was starting to drive him a little crazy. Katie Bell should not be sitting on his couch feeling as comfortable as she was.
He could almost feel his eye twitch when she so casually moved to the bar and poured them drinks as though she bloody belonged there. His life was becoming a bloody parody of what it should have been. What bothered him the most was that whenever she went and did something stupid with Wood, he always seemed to be drawn into it. He didn't know whether to be insulted or disgusted that he had anything to do with that little fiasco.
"Clearly, as you're helping yourself to my whiskey," he responded, moving to take the glass from her and set it back down on the bar. Tossing back his own, he glared at her. "First off, I think you have had quite enough. If you wanted to drink more, you should have called Wood. Second, we're not sitting around sharing our life stories. This is not the Gryffindor common room. Finally, I've perfected the one night stand, so you're question is pointless."