Re: Ben/Ronan
Ronan sniggered. "I see how well you've planned this. Poor me, forced to hold you up," he said, feigning a sigh, before chuckling. "That's fine. You can get as drunk as you want. I'll make sure you get upstairs without a problem."
He laughed. "What are you doing?" Not that he didn't know. He pulled off his shirt and tucked it in the back of his jeans. "Are you satisfied now?"
He returned closer and the singer was talking about moving her hips like yeah, and some head bobbing, and Ronan figured that it was simple enough and Ben seemed to like it well enough.