Melinda Bobbin (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _melinda_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
After an evening with good food, loads of wine and good company, not to mention being able to be out publicly with Oliver, Melinda’s spirits were high. No, she wasn’t dancing on the table as Ben had warned Oliver, but she had been dancing- they had been dancing. Everybody had been dancing and hugging – oh, so much hugging – talking and… it had been a great evening. It still was a great evening even though her feet were getting tired. Those heels did wonders for her legs, but they were far from practical.
Running her fingers along the warm skin on Oliver’s neck as a way to greet him, she smiled at him as she sat down in his lap. “Good evening?” she asked him, her gaze briefly held by his.