[She glances out as well, lifting her glass to her lips as she does. There's all kinds of couples out tonight, some attempting to be more subtle than others. One eyebrow ticks up as she looks at two women, one of whom seems intent on slipping her hands beneath her companion's skirt. She's protesting, but laughingly, and it seems a losing battle.
She would have looked away some other night, but now Rosalind's gaze lingers for a few seconds, her cheeks flushed warm. Only once she's knocked back her drink does she glance back towards him.]
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She would have looked away some other night, but now Rosalind's gaze lingers for a few seconds, her cheeks flushed warm. Only once she's knocked back her drink does she glance back towards him.]
When in Rome, as they say.