Despite the fact that her cheeks were tingling and she couldn't feel her feet, whether from the alcohol or the smiling blissfully as she lost herself dancing to the music, Ginny still found her way back to the bar, looking to acquire more alcohol. Because, why not? It wasn't like she had anyone to answer to... anyone to go home to. Not that she wanted anyone to go home to. It was better this way.
She had just reached the bar when she caught sight of the blonde walk up to it a few seats down from her. Although she was far too sloshed to recognize the other woman, she was definitely aware of how attractive she was, and that smile? Ginny didn't even care if it wasn't directed toward her.
"What would ye like? Courtesy of the blonde miss just down there," the bartender asked her after putting a drink down in front of the blonde.
"Whiskey sour," Ginny answered, leaning against the bar for stability's sake. When her drink was placed in front of her, she turned toward the blonde and raised it in a little toast. "Thanks." And after taking a less-than-lady-like drink of it, she moved the few seats down to get closer to the other woman. "You're gorgeous, you know," she blurted out, either inept at flirting or the alcohol stifling her skills - it was a tossup at this point.