Re: Sarah and Susan
Watching after the large bloke in a very convincing troll costume who was now lumbering away in the other direction without so much as a "sorry," Sarah tutted rather emphatically and then took a long pull from her beer.
She swung round though, when an arm unexpectedly crept around her waist. Unsure at first who was attached to said arm, she was rather relieved to see Susan's friendly face smiling at her. "Yeah, you can say that again." She couldn't resist smirking slightly at her friend and teasing her just a bit. "That why you were hanging onto fine young Mr. Finnigan for dear life?"