πππΆπΈπ ππ πΉπππΆπ (fuckinginlaws) wrote in wtnvgame,
grace + daniel.
It wasn't that she wouldn't play wingman for Daniel if the need arose, it's just... she didn't want to? Grace's brief time at the bar had turned into slight sabotage as she caught a couple younger women commenting about the scruffy former Satanist. Of course, she had lied and told them he was "full on animal sacrificing Satanist" - which warranted strange looks and eventual disinterest.
Did she feel a little bad about it? Sure. Maybe one of the women were destined to be Daniel's Night Vale soulmate or something - or fuck, maybe both, who knew. But deep down, Grace didn't regret it. New Year's Eve had sort of been a turning point that brought previously hidden thoughts to the surface, made them nearly impossible to ignore. Thoughts she'd had, and only humored for a second or so, on her wedding day - like why couldn't she had met Daniel at her friend's party a few years earlier.
"Well this is fucking harder than I thought," Grace snorted practically over his shoulder as she settled in next to him. Her blazer long since lost, she tried not to think about the scar on her back possibly being visible for all to see. "These should be like fucking Applebee's beepers or something," she said before taking a drink. Like he or his family ever ate at Applebee's. The blonde paused and grinned, the hand that held her drink resting briefly against Daniel's abdomen as she explained; "So it's this like pager system that they call you on when your table is ready. It'd come in really fucking handy right now," she said as she fished her lock from her pocket and swung it around her finger.
God it was nice being able to socialize and not worry about heart-burps or anything. The colored sweat was still a thing, and she had been brave enough to wear white - but thankfully there was almost a vague chill in the air.