There's only enough time to nod her uncertain assent to Neil's plan before he's kissed her cheek and gone, walking over to the bouncer with a bubbly lightness to his step. Rosie waits a moment, nerves fluttering in her chest, trying to seem as though she's looking for someone. It feels like everyone and no one is looking at her, all at once; the small group of smokers at the corner passing a lighter between them, Neil laying a hand on the bouncer's arm and laughing delightedly at something he says.

"Oh, just get on with it," she mutters, suddenly exasperated at her own hesitancy. She'd come out with Neil to have fun, and she wasn't going to let this stop her. With a flip of her hair, she starts to click her way up to the door with something resembling purposeful familiarity. The heels she'd borrowed change her gait, putting a bit of a roll into her hips that Rosie tries not to blush at--it's supposed to be normal, after all, to whoever she's become tonight.

She doesn't look at either of them once she gets up to the door, just closes her hand around the handle and pushes it open as though she'd done it countless times before. There's no shout of surprise, no bulky arm blocking her way, just the sound of Neil saying something sweet and the bouncer responding in kind.

Once the door shuts behind her, Rosie puts a hand to her mouth, stifling a surprised giggle at having actually gotten away with it.