"I thought Ben'd never make a move," Mark says with a soft laugh, and Rosie turns, surprised not to have noticed they'd gone. She doesn't miss the implication, and if she blushes slightly about it, it's well hidden by the dim lights around the bar. It's confirmed a little more once Benji and Neil return some time later, both of them looking a bit easier with one another and just slightly more rumpled.

"We do, don't we?" she says, grinning at Neil. The dance floor is no less crowded than it had been--maybe even more so, now that it's later in the night--but now the crush seems exciting and fun, not overwhelming. It makes her want to push a little past just dancing on the edges. "Let's go."

Neil and Benji start moving towards the floor, but before Rosie can join them, Mark reaches out, catching her wrist gently. "Before we get out there," he says, stepping a little closer, "I'd really like to kiss you. You okay with that?"

She's quiet for a moment, not in indecision or even in shock, just a sort of wonder that it's happened at all. "Very much, yes," Rosie says, already tilting her face up to him, expression soft and lovely. He smiles, pleased, and leans in, kissing her gently at first; deepening it a bit more when she doesn't pull away.