Roger and Morag
Morag had ducked off to the loo to check on her hair (perfect) and re-apply her lipstick. It was actually the first time she had been away from Kevin all evening, but she was sure he appreciated being able to try and find some of his friends. She really wasn't against him keeping people from his old life around (well, except for Rose), and figured she'd find him again at one point or another. In the mean time, she ordered a martini (her favourite drink) to change it up from all the champagne she had been guzzling, her eyes scanning the room.
The recognition of Roger brought a smile to her lips. She hadn't really spoken to him since Kevin moved in, and truth be told she had been exerting so much of her energy in diffusing difficult situations that she was often too tired to find a way to meet with Roger. Besides, now that she was assured that her fiance had good genes, the need to ensure pretty babies was no longer there. That didn't mean Roger wasn't nice to look at and wasn't good company. She moved behind him and placed a hand on his arm.