Dom/Dylan
She'd tried to have a good night, really she had - her sister was there and her dad and her cousins, and the music was nice and the decorations were amazing, but despite all of that she couldn't help the way her gaze continually returned to Dylan. Watching as he talked and laughed with friends, trying not to watch as he flirted with the woman in the very short dress - she thought her name was Marly or something? She wasn't sure. And she especially made sure not to look when Dylan lost his shirt. The last thing she needed was to make a fool of herself here in front of all these people, it had been bad enough when it was in private.
So she'd talked with her sister, had more than a few drinks and laughed at Jamie and Sirius, and tried to enjoy herself. She thought about getting another drink, she really was reaching her limit if she wasn't going to have her sister, or worse her father, take her home for the night, but one thought about Dylan with his shirt off pressed against that woman and Dom knew she definitely needed another drink.
What she hadn't expected was for Dylan to very nearly run right into her on her trek to get another drink. "Oh." She flushed almost immediately, and took a breath to steady herself. She was an adult and she could handle this. "Hi." She paused for a moment, really wishing she'd actually made it to get that drink before this little encounter. "Enjoying yourself, I see."