Megan Jones had never been much of a drinker, and really, if one knew her, it wasn't such a surprise. She was a bubbly, sweet, giggly little thing, and one didn't often associate sweet with the burn of alcohol. But on the occasions Megan did happen to get a hold of some alochol and put it to good use, the results tended to be rather amusing. Poor Megan couldn't hold her alcohol to save her life, and she knew it. She always showed up with a limit for herself- which, of course, she forgot two shots in- and she had done the same this evening. No more than three. Yes. Three.
Strolling into the Leaky Cauldron, Meg smirked slightly to see Ron already at a table, already started. She made her way over to him, placing a hand on either of his shoulders. "Starting without me? Shame on you, Ron Weasley." The grin on her face, however, clearly revealed just how unashamed of him she was.