Watching as they approach, Rosie's caught between a dizzy sense of triumph--I did that--and a far more familiar feeling of bewilderment--what do I do next?. She's glad of the gentle nudge Neil gives her, and the way it jolts her out of her own thoughts once again.

The boys are just as nice-looking up close as they had been from afar. More importantly, they seem kind, something that makes her smile come a little more easily. "I'd like that." As she speaks, she moves a little closer. It puts her a little further away from Neil, a shift that allows the fair-haired boy to move a little nearer if he wants. Rosie hopes he does, if only for her friend's sake.

"Great," the dark-haired boy says, his smile growing a little more broad when Rosie steps towards him. If something in his look seems to take in not her, but certain of her component parts, she doesn't notice. "What can I get you?"

She should have anticipated the question, but hadn't; the boy laughs, gently, at her hesitancy. "How about to start with, I get you whatever you were drinking before?"

"A peach crush, then," she says, glad to have a before to reference at all. With a nod and a hand at her back, he starts leading her off the dance floor and towards the bar.