Alicia raised her eyebrow as she watched him grab the extra glasses. A little voice in the back of her head reminded her that while she may be a hard drinker she was still small and well on her way to getting plastered. With a Slytherin. A Slytherin who wasn't even bothering to hide his hostility. This was going to end badly.
"That's what I love about you elitists, you honestly think people give a fuck about alllll the bull shit you are constantly spewing. Blah blah blah, I'm better than you, blah blah I'm special, I have six generations of inbreeding, blah blah blah. For the love of Merlin, say something original. I'll even take a new threat, come on, give me something to work with." Alicia grabbed the two shots, knocking them back one right after the other.
She was starting to feel the effects of the shots, an inevitable side effect of downing alcohol in such a short period of time. Alicia could tell her cheeks were flushed but hoped the dim lighting of the pub hid that fact. Alicia spun around on her bar stool, sighing in frustration. "Why is it that Wizarding pubs never have pool tables?" Her options were listening to him make more vague threats or dance by herself to the horrible background music that was playing from somewhere. She gave him one last look before grabbing the bottle and making her way to the middle of the floor.
Alicia Spinnet was not one who cared what other people thought, not when it meant she could dance and she could dance to almost anything.