Back home, in reality, Ginny didn't drink much. She'd have a few pints with her team or her friends, but she didn't often drink herself stupid. But on the island it sounded like a really, really good idea. She had finally admitted to herself that she had children in the future, but that didn't mean she was ready to accept them now. Now she wasn't a mother. Whenever she thought about being a mother she remembered losing her baby and.. no. She wasn't going to think about that.
And then there was the fact that she was living with Tom fucking Riddle. Of all the people in the history of magic she had to live with the one man who scared her more than anyone else ever could. Ginny wasn't going to stay there. She was going to keep living with Harry and not tell him who was there. That was a good, solid plan.
What it all boiled down to was needing a very big drink. The bartender was a red head and Ginny pretended not to notice the way he looked like Ron. She didn't care if they were related, she was going to ignore him. "Whiskey," she said. "Tall. No ice."