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, |
Once again Oliver surprised her. “And he dances, too!” Melinda chuckled, taking her glass from him again as her hand slipped under his elbow. “You sure can.” Setting her glass on the first table they passed, she let Oliver lead the way to the open space that doubled as a dance floor tonight.
“So, I suppose now’s not the time to admit, that aside from the buffet and the drinks table, this is pretty much what this place always looks like?” Melinda tilted her head back and looked up at him, letting him find the rhythm of the music and then followed his lead. “Or that I was about to ask you if you wanted a drink and congratulate you on Puddlemere’s victory last night?”