Someone said, "Well like we said, he's good with his hands." Hohn boy gave Ron a side long look.
"Maybe Lavender was doing you a favour. Her loss really." Charlie took an affectionate swipe at him and took another sip of his drink. This drink was going to go straight to his head if he wasn't careful.
There was a mumer of agreement followed by a clinking of glasses. There came a voice from down the table, which sounded like Rhys, said "Drink up Charlie boy. You'll be drinking a lot more before the night is out."
He gave a micheavious smile and said "And I hope you're wearing clean pants." Charlie suddenly looked wary.
Charlie raised an eyebrow at that line of logic and left it. “Oh she’ll love you for that.” Another drink was plonked down in front of him by Desi.
“Get that down your throat,” she said. Charlie nodded his thanks as she sat down on Ron’s lap. She propped her elbows on the table and asked “It is decidedly more tacky to have a stripper come out of a cake than it is to go to a strip joint, isn’t it?”
Ron glanced around in confusion when Desi decided to sit down on his lap. She couldn't exactly mistake him for a seat, could she? He decided to just leave her be seeing as she wasn't squashing his legs or anything.
When Desi looked to him to see if he would answer her question, Ron shrugged. "Er. I don't really know. Not my area of expertise."
"Ron," he supplied, and then added, "The good-looking one," even though he knew Charlie would take the piss out of him for saying it. He didn't bother to answer her other question, although he did spot John grinning.
There was a groan from the other end of the table and a couple of coins came rolling down the table, which Desi gleefully pocketed. "Drink up, boys!" she announced.
John laughed at the expression on Ron’s face. “They won’t give a shit what we do in there as long as we didn’t get caught by the law. And it’s dirt cheap as well.”
Charlie grinned. “They’re the only bar I know which keeps cleanish clothes behind the bar for the punters.” Desi took one of Ron’s arms and John slung an around his shoulders. “How come we never got to meet you before? Charlie always had a long line of visitors.”
"Er, I dunno," Ron said, feeling a little hot when John put his arm around his shoulders; he'd had no idea that Charlie's friends were so forward, but it didn't surprise him too much. "Laziness?" he suggested, not really sure why he'd never visited Charlie in Romania.
The group Apparated to outside the Leprechaun. Even outside, you could practically smell the cheap alcohol and cigarette smoke.
They went into the bar and tried to find a table to fit all of them. There weren't enough chairs, so Desi settled back on Ron's lap. "You don't mind, do you? You're far more comfortable than the chairs anyway."
Charlie watched them in amusement as he settled and someone put another drink and a shot in front of him. The group downed the tequila and CHarlie went a little pale after drinking it.