It's fun just to dance, to enjoy moving with a partner--mostly Mark, but sometimes Neil and, on one very brief occasion, Benji--or as part of the larger group. They're all a bit further into the crowd than before, the people around them giving both couples an excuse they might or might not need to dance a little closer.

Perhaps encouraged by the kiss, Mark regains some of the posturing confidence he'd seemed to possess at the start of the evening, letting his hands skim down Rosie's sides or pulling her a bit flush against him. Never too much, but enough that it feels like something more than the casual swaying of before. Perhaps encouraged by the same, Rosie lets him.

By the time Mark and Benji head off to the bar to order their next round, she's left just on the good side of overwhelmed, flushed and slightly dizzy from the attention and the remaining buzz of the drinks she's already had. She doesn't expect Neil's teasing suggestion--nor the fact that it sounds, right now, like a very good one indeed.

"You really think I could?" She laughs a little at the daring of it. "I know, only one way to find out," she says, answering her own question before Neil can. "Once they're back with the drinks, then."