The brunette didn't seem particularly bothered by the 'mistake'. She just smiled a sultry smile, apparently half-lit, sober enough to notice, drunk enough not to particularly care. And who could blame her? He was attractive, and he just had this... feeling about him. She couldn't really be blamed for being curious. "I think I've got exactly the right person."

Her hands were on his chest after a second, and her lips were on his after two.

Meanwhile, across the pub, Rose hadn't really noticed his absence just yet. Considering the amount of alcohol going around, bathroom breaks were to be expected. It was only when Mickey started doing some whacked-out funky chicken and she turned to laugh like a maniac did she realize he'd been gone for nearly five minutes. That was't good. Did he have a particularly high alcohol tolerance? She'd feel just awful if he was puking in the bathroom because of her, or maybe whacked his head on something. That wouldn't be good. She shoved up away from the bar, pushing through the crowd toward the bathrooms.