Politics and alcohol were two subjects that were by no means destined to go together in any setting, especially in one where getting drunk was the end goal. She'd always been the sort of girl that was easily distracted, and was even more so while her head felt like it was buzzing. It took a solid ten seconds to even remember who she'd supported during the election, and five more to remember that the man she'd supported had won. Not that it really mattered; women couldn't vote, and she didn't foresee women being able to vote anytime soon.

"As a girl, I was taught to shy away from politics," she sighed, gently leaning her arm against his subtle touch. "Then again, I was also taught to shy away from alcohol, yet here I am," she mused, the corner of her lips tugging into an amused smile. "I supported Ross, though I admit his popularity might have been a contributing factor. It's not like I voted or anything." She probably wouldn't have voted even if she could have. While her values certainly favored equality and the Liberal Agenda™, she certainly wasn't campaigning for it!

"For some reason I'm not surprised you voted for her." Maybe it was because Mrs. Brownhill was pretty, or maybe Mr. Crouch really was liberal. His next words confirmed her latter suspicion. "You're not like other 'wealthy pureblood men', are you, Mr. Crouch? Not stuffy and cold and bigoted," she practically slurred.