Everything's loud and bright and glorious. Rosie stands and just watches the crush of people on the dance floor, looking over with a smile when Neil finds her and drapes his arm around her. "Yes," she says, to both his suggestions at once.

When they get to the coat check, Rosie shrugs off her coat, feeling all at once a little more exposed--though in this dress, she supposes that's only natural. Still, she hands it over with a smile to the man behind the counter, putting the claim ticket he gives her in return into her purse. "Drinks next?" she says, looping her arm through Neil's as they start back towards the dance floor. "I think I want something...bright, I suppose? Something worthy of the evening, silly as that sounds."