Awwwww he was appreciative of her complimenting his platonic girlfriend. That was lovely. Really warmed the heart - or perhaps it was the chocolate souffle. If Madison had any children she'd offer her firstborn to Daphne in payment. And of course, he was taking the wine glass from her hand. Madison wondered if she could keep the chocolate liqueur for herself once they were gone, since it looked like they were kitchen-bound courtesy of Mr. Nice Guy.
Eyeing the two of them, Madison set her wine glass on the floor and continued to lean forward as if to scratch an itch on her leg area, pushing the bottle further into the empty space between their chairs. Hopefully, out of sight, The Drunkest Bride and her sidekick might not think to take it away. Then she went back to finishing her souffle, which meant she needed another one; but not right now. Right now she wanted to see this unfold.
She sat back up with her wine in hand, setting the souffle plate on the small table next to her, and took another small sip. And just like that, fuck her liqueur dreams were shattered because The Bride of Drunky remembered it. Ah, well. There was bound to be a bottle of something sweet behind the bar anyway.