john&rose
Discarding his half-full drink once she'd grabbed his hand, John's interest in booze faded with a few remnants of sobriety. "If you think so," he practically hiccuped and inwardly regretted getting carried away with the drinks. It was a good thing he hadn't driven here, otherwise they'd be in trouble.
That she would go along with him on a trip like that brought out such a delightfully lazy smile in John. He practically giggled as he all but leered at her, inevitably nodding knowingly at her question of how many drinks he'd imbibed. Far from a boozer, he had genuinely lost count of the number.
"No idea," he answered with a chuckle. "Better that way."
If he'd possessed the wall, he would have swept up his glass and drank to that sentiment. "Loads of change," he agreed. "For the better," because he certainly felt like a better man for having known Rose.
Her resolution prompted him to drop a content kiss to the top of her head before turning his cheek to rest in its place. "I'd say mine would be to never stop coming up with said adventures."