All the boring paperwork really tired Daphne out, so she decided to hit the club. Of course she couldn't drink too much on a Monday, but she could at least talk with some of her club friends and dance, to let go of her worries.

She put on black trousers and a tank top, with a fitting jacket over. Then she let her hair down, her curls being even more curly than usually because of the braid. She put on heavy make-up and filed her nails, she couldn't give people the wrong idea, making them think she's just there to support a friend.

She called a taxi that then drove her to the club. Taking a car to a club was tedious, as even though she could drive it one way, she couldn’t the other way, and that just unnecessarily complicates things, and those club drinks were already hella expensive, so she might as well pay for the drive too.

When she arrived she happily breathed in, the music could be heard from outside, loud and ear piercing, just how she likes it. She walked in, stopping for just a second to show her identification to the bouncer. It was a club after all, and since it serves alcohol no-one below 21 was allowed in. Daphne couldn’t help but feel flattered to have to prove she’s of legal drinking age, when she was 29.

“Daphne, sis, why are you here on Monday?” Wyatt greeted her as soon as he saw her.

“Exhausted from all the paperwork, and I need a drink,” Daphne walked to the bar table, as Wyatt followed her.

“Mm, you filed your nails, it seems to me you're looking for more than just a drink,” he teased.

But Daphne turned him down, “No, I just forgot to do it yesterday. I don't want people to think I'm just here with a friend.”

Wyatt looked at her, making a face that told her he doesn't believe her excuse. However it wasn't an excuse, that really was why Daphne filed them. Tho, she guessed if a cute girl approached she wouldn't say no.

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“One autumn sunshine please,” Daphne said to the bartender, “and one strawberry jalapeno margarita, thank you!” Wyatt added.

“So what do you think about her?” Wyatt pointed to one of the girls dancing. Daphne glared at him, he really isn't going to let this go.

“Stop it, I told you I'm not here looking for sex.”

Wyatt playfully rolled his eyes, “Whatever you say sis.”

They each took their drink and started sipping. That was the taste Daphne missed, though she did drink it yesterday.

“Wanna go dance?” Daphne asked, but then she saw someone else had already caught Wyatt's eyes.

“You can go, I'm gonna try and look cute.” He slowly drank from the glass. Then the guy he was looking at turned around, not noticing how Wyatt was trying to catch his eye.

“Ah, screw this, let's dance,” he gave up and turned to join Daphne.

“You know, you could try talking to him first, right?”

Wyatt cringed, there's no way he was going to ask that guy out. What if he's taken, or worse, straight.

“I really doubt there's many straight people in a gay club.”

Wyatt jumped a little, “Can you read my mind?”

Daphne laughed, “No, you're just really, really, easy to read.”

Wyatt rolled his eyes, “So if I'm so easy to read, why can't he read me and come talk to me?”

Of course he knew the actual answer, and that being, it's kinda hard to read something when you're turned away preoccupied with something else. Maybe he really should go talk to him first, if he comes in tomorrow, then he'll probably go and talk with him, otherwise there's always other people in this world.

Daphne and Wyatt walked to the dance floor and started moving the rhythm of the music.

Time passed quickly, and before she realized, it was already 1am, which meant it was time to go back home, if she didn't wanna be completely dead tomorrow.