Draco gave Theo's arm a squeeze, then let go. He felt suddenly painfully uncomfortable. It wasn't that he didn't like Theo and Pansy. Obviously he did. He'd thought he'd loved Pansy once. Had planned to marry her. But now she was married to Theo, who also happened to be Draco only real friend and, well, it was awkward. Or at least it made Draco awkward.
"First of all, Muggle bars are so much better than wizard bars. Hands down, no competition. Second, mixing drinks is fun. It's like potions, without the newt eyes and with booze. Third, it would be worth it to watch my father's head explode."
He took a step away and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.
"And I don't want to bother you and your wife. I mean Pansy. Your wife Pansy. I'm sure you don't need hanging around cramping your style."