The redhead at the bar looked familiar. Of course, it wasn't like it really mattered, she supposed, if she recognized her, so long as she was hot enough for her purposes, and from the looks of it, the girl-- a Weasley, if she had to guess-- was not only hot, but intent on getting absolutely plastered tonight.
Which more or less suited Daphne's purposes wonderfully. After all, if the papers hadn't been lying, then the woman at the bar did swing that way.
Setting her bag down on the counter, Daphne threw her a small smile before turning her attention to the bartender. "Gin and tonic. And whatever the lovely redhead would like to drink."