The midwinter party rolled on for hours. Wazzer chatted amiably with the slice of Wellington that showed up. Two crazy bikers who worked with Will, of all people; Ulrika, now completely obsessed with the local burlesque scene;  her flatmate Willow, glued to the side of the bowler-wearing Owen. From Willow’s glowingly grateful smile, and Owen’s arm looped around Willow’s shoulder, Wazzer guesses that her tactful abscence from the house over the weekend has paid off. In a good-karma go-around, Rosie, the co-worker Wazzer had brought along, quietly offered the sofa at her flat for Wazzer to crash on, so she could have a few drinks, after all.

Rosie and Wazzer staggered away around 1:30. ” The things I missed always working on Saturday night. Listen to that!” They’re in one of the residential alleys that interline downtown, and music and chatter throb from several apartments. “No wonder the bar used to clear out around one.”

“Thank you for bringing me along. They’re really nice,” Rosie says, looking at her feet.

“Hey, no worries! Thanks for the crash space! Your flatties won’t mind?”

Rosie shakes her head.

“Didn’t fancy any of those guys?”

Rosie glances up abruptly, her eyes very blue over her flushed cheeks. “Not really…” And then, she kisses Wazzer on the lips, silencing her with astonishment.

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