It was a good thing that he put his arm over her shoulder like that, because Rowan was starting to feel the room get tipsy. Not her, but the room itself. She leaned against the tall blonde boy slightly and smiled. Even in her drunken haze, she still felt like the whole mass of good things that had happened to her was mostly because of Keegan.

Looking up at him she smiled broader. "Next year'll be INCREDIBLE. S'long as your there. Screw everythin else." Taking a sip of her drink, she made a face. It tasted like rum and Coke... and more rum. Oh well. Then the thought hit her. "OH HAY. I'm actually wiff someone on New Years!" Rowan might have been a little slow on the uptake. "An' my drink tastes like butt." She also might have been in the habit of saying what she was thinking.