Daphne felt painfully out of her element. Under normal circumstances, she'd be here or wherever else with the purpose of getting laid, not talking or thinking. She was fairly certain that, considering the fact that this was the exact opposite of her preferred usual pastimes, this would be anything but pleasant. Hell on earth might have been a more apt description, but... then again, she wasn't expecting this to end too well.
She'd been honest with Rose. She could practically feel the rejection coming. Not that she could blame him. It would probably be best for both of them. And then she could get over it and they could go back to their former normal.
Anything but this torturous new normal she'd found herself in, constantly warring with her mind over the acceptability of her feelings.
Ridiculous.
She was rather out of place in this bar, wasn't she? She supposed it didn't matter. Not when her focus wasn't on anyone else right now, her gaze finding Derek before heading up to the bar to take a seat. "Whatever's... strong, I don't really care. Pick something for me that'll get me good and lacquered but won't kill me just yet."