Dorcas + Kingsley
By way of a response, Dorcas let loose a thoroughly ladylike snort and then tried to cover it up with a chuckle. It almost worked, but she gave it no mind as she forged on. "Maybe there will be a classical revival during the ninties." Both sides of her family were magical so she wasn't an expert on muggle fashion, though it seemed slightly less ludicrous than those walking around inside. Thankfully her current company actually knew how to accentuate his handsome frame.
Kingsley's comment about her being away from Mungo's for the night had her rolling her dark eyes before raising her own drink again. "I heard there was an open bar," she mischievously tossed back as she angled even more, now leaning against the wall by shoulder rather than her back. "What about you? Who will strike fear in the hearts of evil if you're here instead of at the DMLE?" It took everything in her to not cackle.