Daphne Childs: OPEN TO MULTIPLE
Daphne had no idea how the temperature regulating magic was going to work, but she decided to be a little daring tonight. The tight black number she picked up at the mall felt like it needed to go for a spin. Add some black combat boots, ripped fishnets, and general black make-up and her look was complete. Well, almost. While it didn't quite match, the bracelet Din had given her for Christmas hung loosely around her wrist. She was never taking it off, or the ring for that matter.
It had been a crazy back end of the year and she'd learned so much about herself through meeting new and interesting people. She didn't know how long she was gonna be here, but she was going to try and take in and live as much as she could.
For now, she was leaning on the railing of top deck, overlooking the party, the water, and letting the music flow through her. Her hips swayed with the beat as she nursed a glass of fruity sparkling wine pilfered from the hotel in a fancy champagne flute, because she could. She probably should've eaten something, but she was enjoying the floating feeling. Daphne wasn't really a dancer, but she felt like she could be persuaded to take to the floor.