after-after-party | Emma&Daphne
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The way Daphne clutched her red solo cup to her chest, short and blunt nails digging into the plastic as she tracked the party carefully, made it clear she was tense. Everyone together, eliminated or no, drinking and generally getting rowdy. Daphne hadn’t lied when she said this wasn’t her scene, but the joy exuded from the people attending was endearing her to the concept even if she still didn’t feel like she didn’t belong. Emma’s smile was also warming her to the concept.
Daphne was content to be a fly on the wall, watching how Emma’s hair moved as she laughed at a joke Benji must have cracked a joke, the red and purple lights in the dark room catching the blonde tint of her locks. Daphne bit the inside of her cheek, allowing her gaze to linger on Emma. Dear lord, she really was a romantic now, wasn’t she? Never had she had the same kind of lingering and longing thoughts that she did about Emma, at least not with a man.
The plastic of the red solo cup cracked and Daphne swore, glancing back once more at Emma trying to catch her eye before vacating the room in order to find a trash can. She’d been sticking near Emma most of the night, to just leave without warning would have been weird.
