Ron
"Anne, huh? Gotcha; no Anna or Beth then," Ron said, head moving forward for a moment until he realized Annabeth was getting closer to 'black out drunk.'
When did I get this good at holding my drink? he thought to himself with some frustration, frowning in confusion - disappointment too, as the ear rubbing slowed down. Damn it. I'm going to be much too responsible now.
So they had a bit more. Then a quarter of another bottle.
Barton the barkeep stopped by again, eyebrow raised as he took in the almost strange sight of sorta-almost petting. "Looks like your new lady friend's had enough there, Ron. You didn't let her drink that whole thing herself, did you?"
Ron spared him a flat, all-too-sober stare. "Trust me," he said, downing what was left in his own glass, then taking the bottle and drinking down another quarter of it himself. "I had my share."
The barkeep snorted in amusement. "Well alright then. Pay up and get 'er home then."
It wasn't even dark out yet. What a day, huh? Ron counted some cash out from his last paycheck and set it down, then took hold of Annabeth's hand. "Come on then, Anne. 'keep thinks you've had enough."