"It'd be easy to spill, wouldn't it?" she says, looking out at the dance floor from where they're standing, the crowd before them moving almost as one body. "It all seems very...close."

It's an obvious statement, one that causes Rosie a quick flash of insecurity once it's been said--even if the only one near enough to hear her is Neil, who wouldn't look down at her for it anyway. It just sounds so wide-eyed and untutored; so at odds with the easy glamour of how she looks from the outside, all leggy and pale in a thin dress with a head full of dark and tangled curls.

She drinks a little more from her glass then, trying to replace that feeling with fizz and brightness and the slightly syrupy taste of peaches.