Tracey turned to her friend and grinned. "Not today, though I was thinking of stepping out this coming weekend. Perhaps spending a day or two on the French Riviera. Knicker shopping is always better in France. Perhaps you could come with me?" She hoped she would come. Her smile faltered just a little. She had to get away from everything that reminded her of unpleasant things. "Tonight though, why don't we sneak down to the bar in the lounge and get something to drink, yeah? Greg can't reprimand us if we don't leave the house. I'm sure he'll take a peak inside and all we'll have to do is mention something girly to send him running."

Simone smiled at the look she thought would appear on Greg's face at the mention of pedicures. "Drinks sound good." They made their way to the lounge and Simone asked, "What would you like? Or do you want me to surprise you?" as she made her way around the bar. She took note of all the ingredients before her and decided what she would have.

"Oh surprise me. I'm a terrible drinker. Hadn't even tried Sangria until a few months ago."

"Right," Simone nodded as she grabbed Triple Sec and Tequila from the racks. "For someone who's not a drinker, you sure have quite the variety of liquor here." She mixed up their drinks, poured them in two large glasses, and added a shot of Amaretto. "Here you are," she said handing a glass to Tracey. "An Italian Margarita. I picked up the recipe at someplace or another." She shrugged, "some Ministry function."

Tracey took the glass and gave her friend a smirk, "It wasn't me who stocked it. My mum is a lush. Thank you, S." She took a sip and grinned. It was slushy and tarty sweet. "Very nice. If I ever turn into mum you'll have to move in here to keep me well supplied with tasty drinks."

Simone grinned. "You turn into your mum? I hope not, at least from what you've said about her. That would mean I would turn into mine... and I really don't want to." Simone thought for a moment, "I actually just realized I haven't heard from her in a while. Hmm. After she said we were to go to lunch and left before I could refuse, I just figured I wouldn't get her to leave me alone." She smile again, "It's kinda nice not having to really worry about her anymore."

"Yeah, mine's a nightmare. Still afraid to owl her about Theo... she's likely to send over some more of her favourite rich Belgians to woo me. Really has no clue about things. I say again that we should get them together. Probably be great friends. Though they'd probably both want to ruin our lives - double-team us or something." Tracey finished off her drink and handed it to her friend expectantly for a refill. She planned on getting well and truly sloshed.

Simone shuddered at the thought and got up to make another round. After refilling their drinks, she put a freezing charm on the remainder left. Handing Tracey back her glass she sat down again. She looked up as she saw Greg enter the room.

Greg rolled his eyes, pushing open the lounge door. "If you two don't mind, I wouldn't mind a drink."

He grinned, crossing the room and conveniently forgot to mention the fact that he'd already been plastered once this week. He didn't figure it would go over well at all with Maeve. "I can take it with me if you'd rather?"

Tracey grinned at him when he'd entered. "I suppose we weren't quite as sneaky as we thought. Come join us, if you like, Val. I may need help up the stairs afterwards anyway. The best I'd get from Simone would be a levitation charm. You're big enough to just carry me."

He pulled a decent Russian vodka off the rack and shrugged. "I can try to get you both up the stairs, not sure I'll be much better though." Pouring the vodka in a highball glass he snickered. "All right, so I'll get you two up and tucked in- with hangover potions if you want them, no matter what."

Simone stood up and went to the bar. "Your not going to drink that straight are you?" She made a face at Greg. "Make it a Martini or something. Or you can have some of ours?"

He shuddered, shaking his head forcefully. "You two can have your Margaritas and no thanks on the Martini..." he trailed off as he poked around to see if there was anything else he could mix with the vodka. "Luthien!"

Luthien popped into the room with a carafe of orange juice. "Here, Master Val, I thought you might need this."

Tracey had finished her second margarita and was eyeing Greg's drink. "Val, be a dear and share some of that please? I think I've had enough of the pretty yellow one for tonight. On to orange."

Greg's brows rose at the request. "Are you sure you want to, Poppet?" At her nod, he sighed and made her a milder version of the screwdriver he'd made for himself. He levitated it over and turned back to the carafe. Oh why the hell not?" Dumping the rest of the vodka into the carafe, he stirred it and carried the carafe and his glass over to the table. "Jut where did you go today, Maeve? Don't think I bought that line about going to rest a bit either."

Tracey looked over at Simone. She hadn't told Greg about the funeral. Hell, she hadn't told Simone until she'd gotten home. "Umm-"

"Tracey went to Theo's funeral. Alone," Simone cut in. "I already told her we could have gone with her and she needn't have gone by herself, but that's how she wanted it." Simone shrugged a bit at Greg. "I just wonder how you managed it Trace, with Mrs. Nott. She could barely stand the other night."

Greg forced himself not to raise his voice, even taking a big gulp of his drink before turning to Maeve, his eyes narrowed and carefully setting his glass on the table instead of throwing it like he really wanted to. "Tracey Maeve Davis, tell me Simone heard you wrong. I am certain you wouldn't have attended Nott's funeral without me...us."

Tracey raised her eyebrows and took a big gulp. No answer was better than anything else she could fabricate on such short notice and in such a state.

Greg just sighed. Am I that useless then? "Why don't we concentrate on finishing off these drinks now and discuss attending funerals all by our lonesome later?"

"I agree. Too much of a somber topic for drinks." Simone refilled her glass and Tracey's. "So... what should we do now? Manicures?" Simone laughed at the look on Greg's face. 

Summary: Tracey, Simone, and Greg have drinks at Wittom Park.