Serving Drinks by Luvscharlie

"You really shouldn't drink so much."

Pansy snorted into her glass of Ogden's finest. "You should talk. How many does that make for you, Finnigan? Six? Seven?"

"Eight, but who's counting? Besides, I'm a bloke. I can 'andle me drink."

"Really? Prove it then. Take those drinks—she pointed at a tray Dean had just set on the bar—to Potter and his mates."

Seamus picked up the tray and wobbled away. There was a loud crash and he reappeared at her side moments later to crawl back onto his stool. "Dean, mate. They need new drinks in the back."

Fin.

A/N: Originally Written for the HP Alphabet Het Challenge P is for Preach. All drabbles for the Alphabet Challenge must be exactly 100 words.