After dinner, Santana finished up her Defense Against the Dark Arts homework fairly quickly then headed down to the lake. There was a slight chill in the air, so she decided to throw on her zipper Slytherin hoodie. It was a little fitted and fit her trim figure perfectly. She grabbed her bottle of fire whiskey, and a couple of shot glasses and shoved them into her small black leather pouch then headed out the door. It didn’t take her long to arrive to the lake and notice Mack wasn’t there yet. She sighed then plopped down into the soft grass. She lit up a hand-rolled cigarette as she waited for her friend to arrive.