Martha had been drinking the worst and most evil sort of drink. It was a drink that large and it was sweet and it tasted like there was no liquor in it at all. Somewhere the way she had lost the light-weight drinker version of herself (between Jack with his hypervodka and Severus with the firewhiskey was what she was guessing) but this drink was hitting her much harder than she expected.

Which meant that it was time for another one really. One slightly tipsy Martha-Snape Jones grinned at Hasi and shook her glass a bit. "Can I have another one of these please?"