OPTION 1 anywhere outside around town
All Daphne had to go on was potential whispers really, but when it was all she had to hold onto after losing her sister then she would turn the whisper into something tangible, impossible to ignore. She had felt like the world moved on far too quickly from the loss of Veronica Bishop. Content with little evidence and no justice. That didn't sit well with Daphne and she had been so adamant on it that she left her life, her husband, friends all she had ever hoped for on a whim. She arrived in Lunar Cove, spent the night in her empty rental, and sat about pasting posters on lamp posts with a photo of Ronnie urging anyone with information about her sister's death come forward. Anyone who gave information that led to answers would be paid well. Pasting the last of her posters on a metal pole she scrubbed her palms together pilling glue as she scanned the photograph, "God I could have picked a better one." She frowned stopping the next person on the street with a bright smile, "Hey, where can I get something good to eat and a strong drink?"
OPTION 2 eclipse
She was in mourning, not dead. So she donned her lithe frame in all black, short black dress, black sheer tights, and black boots and made her way to Eclipse which for all she could tell was the only real club-like establishment in Lunar Cove unless she wanted to hit up Sinners. But she was far more into dancing than watching others dance. At least for tonight. "Oh c'mon, don't be a sore loser!" She smiled breathless as the bartender handed over a pair of scissors which she would use to cut her prize. A bet that went in her favor resulted in the burly man with long hair pulled into a pretty ponytail having to hand it over. She paid for a pair of shots, cheers, tossed it back, and freed him of the ponytail which she held up in triumphant to cheers. Some who had watched as she dislocated her shoulder to twist her body out of a bind he swore no one could free themselves of. She had won the twelve inches of unprocessed hair and he had lost the great pleasure of her company. Daphne stood up on her stool where she was pulled up onto the bar with her prize and another shot on the house. Doing a brief victory strut down the bar like it was a catwalk she wiggled her fingers out, "Help a girl down would ya?" She beamed extending her hand to them.
