Theodore made an inelegant noise and flapped his hand dismissively. "We'll do something undetectable then. False nose and a dashing mustache."
Once outside, he drew in a deep breath. It was dark and Theodore looked up, ignoring the sloshy sort of feeling in his head. He frowned slightly. Out in Kent at the Estate there had not ever been a lot of light around and he could always see the stars. In London, however, there was just too much ambient light to see anything beyond the most bright.
"I went to Thailand once," he said thoughtfully, following her. "Years ago... the first Christmas holiday from Hogwarts. It was very... sweaty."
As they walked Theodore looked down at their joined hands. His thoughts drifted back to other times she'd let him along with their fingers laced just like that. They'd been so young and his heart had raced just as it did now. And even when she leaned against the wall, he didn't let go, wanting that feeling to last.
"I might be a little drunk," he admitted, stepping closer to her. "But I don't want to go home. Not now... Not quite yet..."
Theodore wasn't sure when he'd decided to kiss her. Somewhere between the shots and the wager and touching his nose and holding her hand, he wasn't sure. But then his free hand was on the back of her neck and he tugged her away from the wall, pressing his mouth against hers.