Unhappy at being thwarted, the men turned their attention to Alicia -- but by that time, Tracey had her wand out and the bartender was heading over with purposeful strides. Even as drunk as they were, Tracey's unwanted admirers realised that this was not the best time to pick a fight.
"No wonder she's a frigid bitch," one of them sneered, in an effort to salvage his pride, "Look at her girlfriend."
"Oh, sod off," Tracey said irritably, pointing her wand between his legs.
They sodded off.
Once Tracey was sure that they were gone, she rolled her eyes and put her wand away. "Morons," she muttered. "They wouldn't get a girl even sober."