Nov 9, 2019
@edwardiisms
it’s been a while since dafne drank like this. the closest she can think of is one too many bottles of wine with dita on a veranda in summer. suffice to say, courtesy of the open bar dafne is well on her way to tipsy, if not a few steps further than that. for now she’s perched against a far wall, content to people watch and vaguely attempt conversation with whoever might be near.
“does it ever get boring?” she turns to the security agent beside her, no doubt used to drunk guests starting strange, idle chatter. “standing here like this, just waiting?”
