Eve had been on the verge of heading over the the bar to taunt a couple of wizards who had been checking her out. They were beneath her; she wouldn't give them the time of day, but her presence would've been enough. That is, until she heard the voice of Blaise Zabini calling to her. With a slight smirk on her lips, Eve turned and walked to where he was.
Blaise was attractive, she'd always thought so. She liked that he was untameable, and that he wasn't ashamed of it. She had no desire to try to chain him down, she just wasn't about to turn down the invitation to what she knew would be a good time. It was a shame that she hadn't seen more of him after leaving school, but she supposed they could make up for lost time. That thought brought a cheshire-cat-like grin to her lips as she approached him.
"Blaise," she purred, his name rolling easily off her tongue. She leaned in and kissed both of his cheeks, though really it was closer to the corners of his mouth. "How much do I need to drink to catch up to you?" She asked. Eve wasn't the type to make polite, superficial conversation. She just wanted to have fun.