Re: Dylan/Marlene
It was impossible not to stare when McKinnon walked up to him. She was always gorgeous, of course, and her robes at work were...inventive. But so far he'd kept from staring too much, mainly because he did respect Moody too much to stare.
McKinnon might stand up and declare she wasn't dating him, but if Ronan said they smelled of each other he trusted him more and you just didn't ogle your boss' shag/girlfriend/whatever they were. But somehow that vanished out of his mind when she was wearing something like that.
Grinning back, he took a sip of his beer. "Flirting, dancing or groping... I think I could do those - at least the first two without problems," he said. "And that was far more information than I ever needed about him," he added. Ewww, he was old! He shouldn't do things like that.
"I am having fun though. It's almost as good a party as the one I threw for Jamie and Sirius when they got married," he said teasingly, pushing out of his mind what had happened the morning after said party. "And you? Are you happy with your party or aren't people flirting enough?"