john&rose
Just like that, another year in the OC was ending. He'd spent several of the celebrations stateside now, hadn't a desire to return home for the festivities, and didn't foresee that changing. While John had a tendency of being a homebody, particularly when parties were involved, he couldn't resist the extended invitation from Gwen to go, and certainly wouldn't pass up the opportunity to bring Rose along with him either.
Selectively an introvert, he didn't have any trouble detaching from his usual circles to meet others milling about. It helped, of course, that he had collected a few drinks in his adventures in socializing. Whether talking about his subdued interest in science or the latest political follies, John bounced from one group to another with what (he thought) seemed like a glass that was bigger on the inside.
By the time he found Rose again, his low tolerance had caught up with him. His spirits were as loose as his tie, but he hadn't lost all faculties yet. Slinging his arm over her shoulders as he sidled up next to her, a glass half full of water (he hoped) delicately balanced in his hand, he leaned happily into his friend.
"Rose Tyler! Are you dodging me?" He teased, not at all imbalanced on his own two feet. Not at all.