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daphne greengrass is [bulletproof];; (daphne__g) wrote in wished,

His laughter startled her greatly, and actually made her cringe slightly at the sudden noise. She couldn't see what was so funny about.... anything she said, and her confusion was written all over her face. Giving the boy a curious glance, she couldn't help but grin a bit stupidly as hit laughter. He was drunk, wasn't he? And the fact that Daphne was sitting there just as intoxicated must have implied the same thing. Shaking her head, which shook away that stupid, lop sided grin, she watched the pipe being tossed back and forth between his hands.

"Conditions?" She said more towards herself then to him, she couldn't imagine what kind of conditions they would give him. Was it like the same things her parents were doing to her? Threatening to write her out of her inheritance if she didn't marry Nikolas? "Well, that's nice of your father, I suppose. All I get is letters reminding me of what a horrid daughter I have become, nothing to wash down the sting."

Glancing from the bottle to the boy and back to the bottle as he held it out for her to take, Daphne debated what she should do. Stout was one thing she was not familiar with. A hesitant hand reached out and took the bottle from him. Taking a sniff first, she recoiled back a little bit and shot Nikolas an apprehensive look. Shaking her head, Daphne took a sip, more like a gulp and handed it back to Nikolas. The entire mixture of whiskey mixed with stout sent a warming sensation throughout her body. The girl didn't know if she should slump over and go to sleep, or stretch out and stay alert. What an odd feeling.

Instead she resorted to turning to face him, legs shifted slightly to pull her knees up to her chest, and wrap her arms around her legs. "So, what are we going to do?" Yes, she said we. "Neither of our parents are going to let up, that much is obvious."