Avery found Corey adorable, at first. But, he definitely had the potential of becoming even more. The drinks in her system certainly didn’t hurt anything, but beyond that, she had a strong feeling that he was a muggle. That fact alone was enough to draw her to him. Especially considering how her family of purebloods despised them so. It was like another layer of taboo, to be with a muggle, when her entire purebred family expected her to marry someone of elite blood, affluent status and profound wealth.<br/><br/>A loveless marriage had never been in the cards for Avery, and her entire family knew that, though they all pretended they couldn’t hear her whenever she mentioned it. The truth was, they all knew that she had a point about how those marriages were not ideal, and how there was no reason to consider muggles as lesser simply because they did not possess magic. Especially considering the fact that those were the views of old and many modern witches and wizards had adapted to the changing times and even learned to accept them into their families.<br/><br/>Avery smiled at Corey when he gave her his name and spoke of his pleasure in meeting her. “The pleasure is mine as well,” she promised, a hand pressing to her chest lightly as she looked him over. She might have said the pleasure was all hers, but she was sure that wasn’t the case. Her brow perked slightly as she considered the word; pleasure. “Perhaps there will be more of that to come, aye?”<br/><br/>The bartender looked over at them and Corey gestured to the man in uniform as if he had invented some sort of drunken sign language. Or perhaps it was a more muggle way of communicating silently that Avery hadn’t quite paid enough attention to during her limited time in the muggle world. She watched him, absolutely fascinated for a moment or two. Then, like magic, their drinks were prepared and slid over to them almost immediately after that. Perhaps muggles had their own little forms of so-called magic, too.<br/><br/>The thought amused her greatly, but not as much as spotting Corey’s friends did. They were staring and not being subtle about it in the slightest. Corey soon followed the direction of her stare, too. He turned back to face her and chuckled at the sight, mentioning that he’d choose to ignore them if she would do the same. She chuckled in turn. “I think I could manage to do that,” she picked up her drink and leaned into Corey a bit closer.<br/><br/>Just when she was about to mention that they should go somewhere more secluded to make his request possible, Corey confessed that he wasn’t known for walking over to girls like her. “What does that mean? A girl like me?” She questioned, wondering what he’d have to say about it. But Corey also made mention of some bloke coming along to beat him up for buying her a drink at all. At that, Avery chuckled.<br/><br/>Her predicament was a bit complicated to explain, wasn’t it? “I doubt it very much,” she responded, keeping an air of mystery about her reply. There was some bloke, technically, but he certainly wouldn’t be venturing off into the muggle world to chase after her. Which was precisely one of the reasons why it had become an escape of sorts for her. “Anyway,” she gestured toward his friends with her chin. “Perhaps we should sneak off somewhere a bit more… private?” She asked, waiting for him to then take the lead. Assuming he had the stones.