Fiona was getting nervous. It didn't take a genius to guess that this would all lead to somewhere physically, but she didn't even begin to think about just how far it would go. She held her coat over one arm, turning to him when she touched he softly. "Um- water?" she asked, not wanting to ask for her first choice- milk, with all the candy in her mouth still. Suddenly being twenty didn't feel that old, not when something else had been offered. She knew damn well what that might have been, in particular when she was only eleven months from being able to legally drink whatever the hell she wanted.
"Were you helping with the dance?" Fiona asked after a moment, moving her weight from foot to foot in an effort to do anything but stand there stupidly just like every girl with a tight shirt that Seth had once said she was nothing like.