There was a group of girls to Rose's right talking about how something was 'the bee's knees.' They were wearing almost identical outfits, with similar bobbed hair cuts and lots of make up, while knocking back drinks like professionals. As far as birthdays went, Rose knew that hers could have been worse. She was sixteen and legal in the UK now. She'd pouted a little about missing her birthday at home after all the time she'd spent planning, but then she'd left for a speakeasy. Things had gone up from then.
One of the girls beside her bumped into her suddenly, giggling and drunk. It was a miracle Rose hadn't been splashed with alcohol. In order to avoid that from happening the next time, she got up from her seat and looked around. Sophie and Rachel were around, checking out the natives and, Rose suspected, trying to find a way to get a cake and candles into the bar.
Rose walked to an empty table and leaned back. She'd written a short note to Gar to let him know where they would be tonight. The part of her wasn't watching the people around her was impatiently waiting for him to arrive.