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“Wait,” Dara paused, calling after Avi as she began to walk away. Her lithe fingers wrapped around her glass that contained some sort of amber colored liquid that was far too strong. ( Not that she’d ever admit that. She’d just swallow it with the straightest face possible. ) This was a fairly public party - one with cameras and people more famous than herself and the Roth sisters. One with lots of publicity.
So much publicity.
So many cameras.
Swallowing her nerves along with a hellish sip of what she thought was bourbon ( but maybe it was rum? Her brain was focused on something else. ), the blonde rose from her spot on the arm of some white couch they’d been occupying for the last fifteen or so minutes.
“I’ll come with you,” she spoke, though didn’t reach for her girlfriend’s hand.
