Jack could see where Poe was going with his little act, so with a flick of her wand she summoned up a small notepad and pen, pretended to adjust imaginary glasses, and began to scribble all over the pad. Her diligent notes actually came out to be two stick figures; one standing, smiling, and holding a bottle. The other was on the ground, x's for eyes, and tongue lolling out. She turned her head upward and blinked rapidly, imitating a pupil in awe of the knowledge being presented to them and then held up the notepad. "Like this, sir?" she asked eagerly.
She dropped the notepad, and with that, the subject of ten fingers dropped from her mind as well. She reached voluntarily from her glass and threw the glass back, drinking down the rest of the drink, spiking her strange merriment. Thoughts of others diminshed. Those who were mere ghosts to her now, even their ever looming presence began to slip from her, shadows leaving her to shine in the... flickering lights of the bar. Well. The metaphor was nice.
Poe stumbled onto the bar and made an announcement. Jack's face opened fully, now, unable to hide the admiration for the man's actions. The alcohol made her forget about the reputation she was supposed to uphold. If the Ministry did not approve of her befriending such people, then they were free to try to fire her. She knew they wouldn't- who else would work her hours?
He pointed her out and she raised her hand, turning it mechanically in what was supposed to be a mock-princess wave. She smiled widely, and then the smile slid right off her face. What was Poe playing at?! Of course, he had no idea that she was actually apart of the Order. But she was the head of a department. Such an allegation could potentially screw Jack over.
She stood, attmepting to make her way to Poe. She was suddenly buffeted by a crowd. She looked around. "Look, everyone. We're not Death Eaters. We work for the Ministry, catching them. He's just drunk." However, the issue here, was everyone else was drunk too. Some witch stepped forward and pushed Jack, calling her some really clever name. Insert eye roll here. Jack said, "Hey, I'm a muggleborn, why would I-" The witch pushed her again.
Jack paused. "I don't take sh!t twice." She flicked her wand and a stream of air pushed through the people before her, parting them like the Red Sea. She took advantage of their confusion and ran towards Poe, leaping onto the bar. "Um, we're about to die, so pray to the god of wine that it be swift."