Tomorrow was Valentine's Day–a day when every single Hogwarts couple rubbed their relationships in their fellow student's faces and others professed their love for their crushes; Mai was maybe just a bit sadistic in the idea that the only thing she really enjoyed about Valentine's Day was the misery it would cause those rejected. It's what they got for buying into the sugary, over-the-top, useless holiday.

It was a little while before she'd have to return to the castle, so she'd stopped into The Three Broomsticks to grab a butterbeer after seeing the utter madness going on in Honeydukes; students were scrambling like mad for Valentine's candy and the Ravenclaw had absolutely no desire to be a part of that craze (even if she could go for a Liquorice Wand right about now). And that's where she was now–sitting in a corner table by herself and people watching the unique characters coming and going as she sipped on her flagon of butterbeer and enjoying her downtime. Might as well; come tomorrow, Hogwarts was going to be a madhouse.

Armed with some dozen bottles of booze, nicely shrunk in his jacket pocket, Phillip strolled through the Bash with the sole purpose of making some money off the barmpots looking to get themselves or their date leathered. After all, he had a party to perform at, and that was just... Phillip was ladged to perform in front of others, but this was Gracie and she was Harpy's friend, so he had to. So he'd been subtly trading tiny bottles for money while attempting to ignore the festive pink of the celebrations. It was all doodey, but he was growing bloody tired and he just wanted to sit somewhere and take the mickey at the unfortunate souls that had to deal with girlfriends on this day. 'Valentine's Day: when expectations are through the roof and she still won't put out' his brain kindly offered as he chuckled to himself.

Kinsey grabbed himself a butterbeer and looked around the Broomsticks with skenned eyes for someone tha'd be at least tolerable company when he noticed Clark, and tha' was just pure top. He walked straight to her, put his drink on the table and turned the chair around to sit with his arms hugging the back of it. "Ere yar, Clark" he said with a shit-eating grin. "Bobbins, in'it?" he said gesticulating at the mass of hopeful, lovestruck shedheads. "Most of 'ose blokes are higsoned. Poor basards" he mused almost sympathetically. He turned to smile at her and shook his head, "Anywho, what ye up to? And, d'ye want real booze in that" he looked at her flagon intently, then raised his gaze to her and smirked, wagging his eyebrows in a very Phillipesque way.

Her eyes flashed immediately to the approaching figure as soon as she noticed him from her peripheral vision; her shoulders tensed and eyes narrowed instinctively before she realized who it was and immediately found herself slowly relaxing from the knee-jerk reaction; Mai didn't deal with many people, but Phillip Kinsey was one of the few that she didn't mind popping up.

"Ere yar, Clark," he announced as he sat his drink on the table and spun a chair around to sit in it. "Bobbins, in'it?"

"Completely rubbish," she agreed after he gestured to the sickly lovestruck fools lingering in the pub. "Most of 'ose blokes are higsoned. Poor bastards." Her lips twitched upwards in an almost-grin of her own as he smiled at her and shook his head. "Anywho, what ye up to? And, d'ye want real booze in that?"

"If you can spare it," she agreed, pushing her half empty butterbeer towards him a bit, rolling her eyes at his waggling eyebrows. "And I'm people-watching. Valentine's Day is a great time of the year to watch people make complete asses of themselves. Definitely not healthy that I find it so funny, huh?"

Phillip grinned and stuck his hand in the inside pocket of his jacket, his hands coming out with at least five tiny bottles. "So, we got the sturdy blokes: Jackie D, Johnnie W and Jim B. Then there's the fiery Mister Cuervo, and this French lad going by Cointreau" he explained with a ridiculous grin on his kite. "Who ye wanna take for a spin?" He shook the tiny bottles, behind the safety of his jacket and raised his eyebrows in question.

"Narr, man. Valentine's day turns blokes into whipped tiny lap dogs. Bloody ridiculous, is what it is. Funny doesn't even begin to cover it" he snorted under his breath, mind slipping to Carstairs for just a moment and he frowned before quickly shaking the thought away. "But, look on the bright side, at least ye ladies get chocolate out of the thing" he rolled his eyes, scoffing loudly. "So, all on yer little lonesome on this fine holiday?" he asked sarcastically drawing each word with a musing tone to his voice. He drunk his entire butterbeer in one go, then slipped the flagon under the table, settled it between his legs and enlargioed a can of Heinken. He poured the entire contents of the can into the recipient and vanished the can away. Returning the flagon back on the table he eyed it with fondness and sighed lovingly.

It was a bloody ridiculous in his opinion... The no booze rule, that was. After all, Kinsey was an adult in both the muggle and the wizarding world. But the sneaking around was always in good fun.

"Cuervo sounds like he'd be fun for a ride," she answered after a moment of thought before supporting her chin in her palm, her fingers grazing her temple. "Narr, man. Valentine's day turns blokes into whipped tiny lap dogs. Bloody ridiculous, is what it is. Funny doesn't even begin to cover it." A brief frown marred her friend's face before it was gone and he was talking again-a twinge of worry furrowed her eyebrows but it smoothed out again as he spoke. "But, look on the bright side, at least ye ladies get chocolate out of the thing," he said with a roll of his eyes and a rather loud scoff that brought her own lips up in a grin. "So, all on yer little lonesome on this fine holiday?"

"Was. And now I have the pleasure of a fine friend to keep me distracted for a bit on this fantastic day." She brought her flagon to her lips and sipped, tasting real alcohol warming up her throat as she swallowed. "And not all ladies get chocolate today so don't feel all left out about that. At least I won't get fat, eh?" She rolled her own eyes briefly before continuing, "Anyways, are you going to stay around here for that bash they're doing later tonight? I dunno if I'm going to stick around that long, really. Too much mushy bullshit for my taste."