The door to the Three Broomsticks opened wide and Tom walked through the threshold with Céilidh draped all over him. The two played a couple perfectly. They whispered into each other’s ears, giggled playfully, and held each other close as they walked through pub. Finally settling at a table directly in the middle of the room, the two “young lovers” continued their act, ordering drinks and enjoying each others company. About fifteen minutes into their drinks, the door burst open again.
“How could you?” Rose shrieked, rather proud of how truly terrifying she sounded. “You abandon me for… for that?” She pointed a trembling finger at Ceilidh. Three Broomsticks fell silent as all the eyes in the pub focused on the three.
“Er, um Sherri, hi. Th-this isn’t what it looks like.”