"Who was in a gang fight then, the whole reason I got this bloody sloshed was to avoid getting in a fight? Whatever, not the point." Though at the moment the room was spinning a bit too much for Ron to keep fully focused on the point, or at least what he thought the point was supposed to be. He needed to sit again. Well, probably he needed a lie down. Hangover was going to be murder in the morning, he had enough of his wits about him to realize that.
"Need some water." He added, "Might need some help with the glasses."
With that he started to stumble toward the kitchen, ignoring the rest of what Harry had said for now. Well not quite, stopping himself in the door to the kitchen (in part to keep himself from falling over) and muttering in a low and menacing tone, "Only destroy things when it's necessary . . . you ever stop to think maybe that's why we fucking lost?"