“Do you reckon the barmaids got a cut off point for guests?”

"Thank you for coming, you look incredible! Are you having a good time?"

“Hey, thanks for coming. Foods in the kitchen, drinks in the living room.”

“Hey, you’re off soon, yeah?” Peter asked, eyes alight. He’d popped by maybe a few too many times during the day, even just to get water... if only to see Mary. Not that he’d admit as much to anyone. “I think some of us are gathering down at the beach if you wanna come too? It’s really pretty out.” 

“I think there’s only ‘bout four vouchers for the alcohol left. We hadda make a rule, only one per person.” 

“C’mere you-- let’s get in the photobooth. I’m takin’ a picture with everyone I know.”

Alice considered her meal for a moment, trying to ignore the looks thrown in their direction, knowing it very much had to do with the ring sitting on her left ring finger. After a week of what she could only describe as pure bliss, it’d come somewhat to an awkward pause the moment Alice asked Frank to come to Tinworth with her. It wasn’t loud and obvious, but Alice had been so attuned to Frank’s moods this week, it was impossible to miss, particularly now that they were here. While she didn’t particularly want to prod about it while they were in public, she made a mental note to do so the moment they went home tonight. For now however, there was something she presumed would be easy to discuss.