"I, personally, was starving for a decent bacon sandwich, and the elves make better bacon than my own mother," Laura joked. With a wave of her wand she had copied the notes, which looked fine to her relatively practised eye. She had made sure to give them a quick check - nice as Ruby seemed to be, she was still a Slytherin, and Laura was still a Hufflepuff.
Once that was done she reached into her bag and pulled out the bottle of firewhiskey. "You can take it straight, can't you?" she checked. She tended to drink all her alcohol as shots. "I hate the taste of most alcohol, and throwing it back quickly is much less nasty than sipping away at some mixer which does a poor job of disguising the taste."
She looked at the bottle admiringly. "Can you even believe I got this, and two more like it? And it was so easy, too. I just dressed like a slut, and the young guy behind the bar couldn't take his eyes off my tits long enough to ask for ID. Piece of cake." She poured a glass for herself, waiting to be told how Ruby would like hers before pouring it.
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