Bridget wanted to throw up on Daphne; she hardly found her fascinating. She found her to be very forward and... a bit of a slut, considering the outfit she was wearing, one that Bridget looked over again. "Mmm, I don't think it's love," she smirked, lifting her eyes to Daphne again.
Bridget did feel insecure, though. She wasn't wearing a skirt, but rather pants as she'd come straight from work. Though she'd changed into a lacy and silky blouse and heeled boots... she wasn't nearly as dressed up as Daphne. Then again, Daphne always had a way of making her feel like that. Bridget needed more wine and some chocolate.