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She was just as surprised as he was by her presence. Though, objectively, for an injured player's first full season back, Arista had done much better than expected, she (and her camp) still took the Prides' fall to second place incredibly hard. That was also the reason she had every intention to decline this invitation. It was one thing to carry on with any old rival player; that was practically de rigeur now. But to have a… flirtation with the rival, who was responsible for separating one from the current top spot of the league? Who did that! That was asking for trouble.

Yet here she was. Asking for trouble.

"I wasn't entirely sure that I would," she admitted, staring hard at the bar to avoid a hearty blush, as, mortifyingly, that's what this man did to her. But she'd made the mistake of mentioning the invitation to Brianna, who said she simply had to go, she owed it to every girl in the house of Hufflepuff who'd ever crushed on Galvin Gudgeon to go. Of course, pointing out that she was not a Hufflepuff, nor had she gone to Hogwarts hadn't made any difference to her friend, and somehow she'd accepted instead of declined. "But… well," Arista gestured to their surroundings and gave a small shrug.

Judging it safe to raise her eyes and study him (blushing only a little!), she bit her lip before remembering that was unladylike and jerked her gaze back to the bar top. Part of the reason she'd come, aside from attraction and coercion, was curiosity. As nice as he was, as piqued as her interest was, and as god-like as Brianna claimed him to be, Arista could not shake the suspicion that there was some game at play, though what, exactly, she didn't know. She did know such snakes could hide behind well-dressed, handsome fronts.

"Thank you for asking me."