From: spiceitup	Date: February 19th, 2011 08:30 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Jools/Bobby

That was a relief, not only because it stopped underwear from being the topic of conversation, but because it also meant he could stop trying not to step on her feet (which was a far harder exercise than he could ever have anticipated). It also had the very awesome added bonus of bringing food into the picture.

He took her hand shyly, and led her carefully around the other people dancing to the snacks table. "May I get you a drink?"

	From: jools	Date: February 19th, 2011 08:59 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Jools/Bobby

She liked the weight of his hand in her hand again. She thought for a moment if she could hold his hand for the rest of her life she'd be perfectly content.

She nodded happily at his offer and stood with her hands folded over her dress while he negotiated the punch bowl. Hopefully it was still early enough not to have been spiked.

From: spiceitup	Date: February 19th, 2011 10:05 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Jools/Bobby

Bobby had the same concern about the punch, and after having poured one cup he brought it to his nose for a quick sniff. There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary about it, even though the only alcohols he was familiar with were ones he cooked with. Any change in ingredients in any concoction though changed something about the result though, he knew that from Potions. The punch seemed fine.

He sorted out a second cup and brought it to Jools, making sure not to spill any. "It's all clean," he assured her. "I don't think the drink-spikers have rolled out of bed yet."