Daphne had successfully avoided Dakota for much of the evening, a task somewhat complicated by the fact that she'd been tethered to the bar for most of it, but she'd still managed to spot both Zephyr as well as JB. A quick break found her mired in the crowd of party-goers, surrounded by people in suits and dresses while she herself wore a simple black outfit that identified her as staff for the evening. "Yes-- French--" she answered as she took a few steps to tail the passing server just long enough to swipe a pair of them from the tray. "I'm fucking starving," she added before eating one. "It's egg and pie crust with fillings--you might like it."
Eggs, pie crust. JB just watched as Daphne popped one of the minis into her mouth and felt his own curl at their corners, the slight displeasure making his look of confusion even more strained. "That sounds like it'll give me bubble guts by the end of the night." And, truthfully, JB would rather spend an entire evening hurling over a porcelain sink with an intense hangover the next day than have to deal with any of that. "I think I'll stick with the shrimp." Or maybe he'll sub the whole out night and coddle a bottle of vodka stolen from an oblivious worker before the clock strikes twelve. JB liked to surprise himself, keep himself on his toes, with how these nights go. "How's the bar? Meet anyone you think might lose their wallet later?"
