"But there's no cake," she quietly lamented, rooting her weight to the ground, one futile attempt at stopping Danny before they passed the doors. Worse than not getting her way was begging for it, and frankly Jessica would blast her own face off before she gave Danny the satisfaction. He already seemed quite happy with himself, and glared into the back of his head as she grudgingly followed him to rows of chairs. It was a very eclectic group that filled up the room, and yet somehow, no matter how vastly different some people looked next to their significant other, they still complemented each other in some way. Jessica and Danny, with the sunny grin on his face and the dark scowl on hers, still must've looked like complete opposites. She claimed an end chair before he could (easier to escape if she had to, and she had a feeling she would), and sat down, feeling quite betrayed, lip pushed out and her arms crossed.