Rose/Michael
“They’re not strangers if they tell me their first name, right?” It was wrong, so very wrong to be teasing Michael when he was only trying to look out for her but Rose wasn’t as innocent and naïve as everyone seemed to believe she was. This might have been her first time out in a Muggle environment but it wasn’t her first time drinking or even enjoying herself. If she was a little taller, a little more forthright perhaps people – and her family – wouldn’t treat her as though she were sixteen and breakable. It wasn’t even Michael that she was annoyed at; just the world in general.
“I’ve been drunk before,” she cautioned as she followed him to the bar and peered over the counter. “I’ll bribe you with drinks for your silence. Though,” tilting her head over at him “I’m a little fascinated by your idea that I hug puppies. I don’t. Well, sometimes..,” Trailing off she didn’t want to admit that she sometimes hugged puppies but it was her job; those newly weaned sometimes got a little frightened of the clinical rooms and a pet calmed them down.
Catching the bar-tenders eye, Rose smiled sweetly at him and motioned for him to come towards them and take their orders. “You shouldn’t have noticed my short skirt. We’ll both feel awkward about this in the morning, well I might, if I remember it.”