There was a voice in the back of Delaney's head, telling her what a bad idea this was. She shouldn't be getting drunk, because she knew what drinking would lead to, and as much as she wanted to do that with Gretchen - Gretchen was spicy, after all - she felt a sort of... niggling doubt in her head. Like, she should be loyal to Maeve. She'd been referring to her as "her girlfriend", it seemed a bit off to be thinking about fucking another woman.
And yet... the very idea, that there was a part of her urging her towards fidelity, made her panic and want to crawl out of her skin. She'd never, ever been a one-partner woman, and she didn't know if she was ready to start now. She was scared. She leaned in closer, feeling Gretchen's breath against her lips.
"Let's cut the chit chat, shall we?" she drawled. "I think we both know where this is heading, and the sooner we get there, the sooner I can get my tongue on you."
There. It was out there, and either she'd be horribly wrong, in which case she'd go home and think about Maeve, or else she'd be horribly right, in which case she'd fuck this woman and think about Maeve.
Either way, she was screwed. She ordered another drink.