"Oh I hope not," Ellis said. "I'd like to think that I wouldn't hang out with a Slytherin. Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, yes, even the Hufflepuffs would be okay...but Slytherin...I don't know about them," Ellis teased. She had enjoyed the Harry Potter reference after all. She'd learned to embrace the fact that a wide variety of people loved the world of Harry Potter, even cute boys, so it wasn't that surprising that Gabe was a fan...but a big enough fan to reference it, perhaps that was a little bit surprising. Never-the-less, she took it in stride, deciding that if nothing else, she wanted to be this boy's friend.
She let out a laugh when he mentioned that his mom would have freaked if he would have drank underage. "I think most parents are like that," she said, "mine were abnormal. But I suppose that happens when your dad has a brewery. It's like a different way of thinking," she explained. Truthfully, Ellis's family was kind of unique. Her parents were divorced but still friends and she and her siblings all got along despite any differences they might have. They had been raised to be accepting and while they all had the occasional slip up, for the most part they were. After all, while it was widely believed that the whole hipster thing started in Brooklyn (and Ellis couldn't contest that), Portland certainly could have at least given the East Coast City a run for its money. It was a quirky city filled with bikers and breweries. Ellis really did love it there. In all honesty, she'd only left because she was determined to see what else was out there.
She was grateful when Gabe led the way to the beer. Ellis was small and petite so she wasn't exactly the best at pushing through a crowd. She'd sooner get lost in it. But Gabe moved through everyone effortlessly as if he was moving through water. The resistance was minimal and Ellis found herself at the keg in no time. She graciously took the cup of beer he offered and took a small sip. "It's what I'd expect of beer at a college party," she said. "So yes, better than the sugar punch. At least this won't give me a headache," she said with a small smile, trying to convey that she really wasn't complaining. After all, Ellis was only 19 so when it came to free alcohol there was no room to complain. She was just grateful. "If you ever want to try out some good stuff though, let me know. I'm a bit of a craft beer snob thanks to my dad," she admitted with a small shrug.