"Oh, perfect," she says with a silly little sigh, half joking and half true happiness at the thought of it. "I haven't been there in...since just the three of us went months ago now, before Nick even got here. Definitely time to go back." She smiles again, moving to tangle her arms loosely around his neck as they keep dancing.

If there's another brief flurry of whispers somewhere around them, someone hissing See, I told you all of them were-- to a friend standing nearby, the music is loud enough that Rosie doesn't hear it at all.

"So what are you supposed to be?" she asks Charlie after another few minutes, moving just far enough away from him to take in more of his costume, all leather and denim and dark kohl-lined eyes. "You look fantastic, whatever it is."