"Old habits?" Rose quirked a curious brow. "What sort of old habits, then? You don't have a drug history, do ya?" Rose teased. It was rather weak but after their little spat, she felt like she needed to tease him a bit. And not in the other way either!
Maybe later.
"So..." She pursed her lips together as her hands found their way in her pockets. Oh, now it was beginning to feel like a real date; that awkward, long pause where neither--at least, on Rose's part--knew what to say or do, especially after a little spat. "I could rent some of the old Indiana Jones movie to make up for being thrown out of the theater?"