Re: Hiding by the food - OTA
Dorcas closed her eyes, pressing her lips together for a moment. Chew toy. Great. Really fucking great. Because she totally needed to be that again. She was quiet for a moment, just eating croissant bread off the hotdog bit. Finally, she said in a very quiet voice, "I don't want to be a chew toy. It's not like this is high school." That was about as much protest as she could manage.
It was likely that strange comfort that let her speak her mind to Charlie. That stopped her from stuttering... And there was the memory that they shared that deep moment of pure insanity... She didn't look at anyone else around the party as far as she knew, didn't know anyone else other than her boss. "No I'm not. It's just you. And the... thing. It doesn't matter," Dorcas couldn't explain it - not really. She shoved the rest of the hotdog finger thing in her mouth.