Ben didn't always go out to shows like this one, but when he did, he was never the first to leave. He certainly wanted his money's worth after paying the ticket price, so why leave early? He stayed until the end of the last number, and even afterwards was polishing off his drink while the half-giant usher started shooing people out. Ben hadn't had nearly as much to drink as some of the patrons, and that was purposeful; he wanted to be sober enough to enjoy the show — and frankly, although he would never say as much to any of the staff, he could get better liquor elsewhere if his goal was just to get drunk. Far better liquor. The Gold Hearth was a gem for what it was, but at the end of the day it was still a seedy little theater in the Hogsmeade slums. It wasn't the finest of drinking establishments, and as someone who regularly flirted with rich girls in order to get invited to parties he didn't really belong at, Ben was well versed in fine drinking establishments.

The fact that he'd been a semi-regular patron for the past few months meant the usher was willing to overlook him while he sipped the remaining half of his drink, and as such Ben was still at the back of the theater he heard someone ask if anyone was up for a game. Ben didn't know what the game was, but as his current level of inebriation there wasn't much he wouldn't be up for.

"Am I included in that offer?" he asked, striding forward into the more well-lit area of the audience seating.