Bill made a half-hearted attempt to look over at Ginny before deciding he didn't care enough if he could see her. "I made a new friend," he responded, pausing a moment before adding, "Okay. More like met up with an old friend. I am going to invest in more straws. Helpful." Which was how he'd managed to drink anything last night. It was a lot easier to drink from a straw than break another glass which he'd cut himself on trying to clean up...while drunk.
He winced at the sound of Ginny's knees hitting the floor, holding out his hand as asked. If only in the hopes that it would stop the loud noises. "The bathroom floor and I have become very close. It's all nice and cool down here. I'm far happier since we made friends."