Neil smiles broadly and gives her a kiss on the cheek. He finds he's rather proud of her, and rather proud of himself to for dragging her out to a place like this.

So they dance, the four of them, mostly two sets of two with just a little space between himself and Rosie. He takes her hands a bit while they all sway and bounce and, at least on his end, grind up against each other. It's good, glorious fun.

Eventually, Mark and Benji offer to get them all drinks again, and this time, Neil doesn't insist on hovering with them to the bar. They've been good boys so far, and they seem upright and nice, even if Mark is a little too old for Rosie. Well, he's not trying to slip it to her, so Neil supposes it isn't so bad.

"You should get his number," Neil teases a little while they're by themselves. "Benji already gave me his."