Who: Megan and Alicia What: Megan is sulking Where: Pub When: A few hours until closing
Megan had managed to take Alicia's advice not to try and keep up with the former Gryffindor. It hadn't made a bit of difference, though. Megan was and always had been quite the light-weight, especially when firewhiskey was involved.
"Alicia, I-" She had to pause mid-sentence to let a small hiccup escape, which earned a bright giggle shortly after. She continued with slightly slurred words. "I don't usually drink this much, I promise. I'm generally a very responsible person, honestly." She idly began spinning her shot glass, moving her finger around the rim. "Respect my own limits and all that." The glass suddenly tipped over, but Megan didn't even flinch. Her eyes drifted downward to look at the empty glass, a frown forming. Her game was ruined. How sad.
Suddenly, as if she'd been holding it in for the entire evening, Megan blurted out. "Didn't you date Roger Davies?"