Rose/Michael
"You aren't taking drinks from strangers?" Michael felt a twinge of concern despite himself, even though part of him had been hoping the response would be 'fuck off' -- or the polite Rose version of it -- but then again, the night was still relatively early. And he absolutely needed to commit this to memory, scarring to his psyche or no. People doing crazy, uncharacteristic things was always entertaining.
At the mention of drinks, he nodded and started to make his way back to the bar, tugging her along with their linked arms. "It's my sworn Ravenclaw duty to get newbies sloshed. Absolutely. Learning experience that can't be missed." The bark of laughter at the mention of a spa was audible even above the music; in his defense, there was a dirty joke there that Michael refrained from making. See? He had manners. Kind of. "Are you trying to bribe me with drinks? Lucky for you, that always works. Sure, Rose's off at a spa, getting her nails done and hugging puppies. I can't help it if her evil twin's making me buy her drinks and standing around in short skirts."