She could feel it building inside her, slowly growing in intensity until a dam burst and she tugged sharply on Gretchen's hair as she came undone with a soft sigh of "Maeve..." too quiet for the other woman to hear, situated as she was under the table.
It hadn't been what she'd expected. It hadn't been what she'd really wanted.
It was all suddenly too much for her, her stomach dipping and rolling unpleasantly, and she quickly slid out of the booth, heading for the bathrooms almost at a run.
Dropping to her knees in front of a toilet, Delaney ungraciously emptied her stomach into the bowl, then rested her forehead on the cool porcelain and panted, trying to get her breath back.