[ benedict hates parties; dani loves them. it helps that she's rich, or at least her father is, it helps that she's young and beautiful and there's always plenty of alcohol at these parties. most of all, it helps that she's never really had to give a shit about what anyone thinks of her, not really — she doesn't care about the opinions of pretty much anyone here and that gives her a power over them that they give up all too easily, and it strips them over whatever power they might have had over her.
she's too rich and too young and too beautiful to care. usually, she's also too drunk. tonight, she isn't, though she's had on her third cointreaupolitan and counting, benedict's hand warm and steady on her back. there's tension there, she can feel it, and even without it, she'd know that he's not happy.
this is his job, though. it isn't hers, so she refuses to be tense, to not enjoy herself. ]
You should at least have a beer. [ she says, leaning in close to be heard over the music. maybe closer than is strictly necessary, really, but he is supposed to be her boyfriend. she can rationalise this, easy. she's not sure she cares to, right now. ]
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she's too rich and too young and too beautiful to care. usually, she's also too drunk. tonight, she isn't, though she's had on her third cointreaupolitan and counting, benedict's hand warm and steady on her back. there's tension there, she can feel it, and even without it, she'd know that he's not happy.
this is his job, though. it isn't hers, so she refuses to be tense, to not enjoy herself. ]
You should at least have a beer. [ she says, leaning in close to be heard over the music. maybe closer than is strictly necessary, really, but he is supposed to be her boyfriend. she can rationalise this, easy. she's not sure she cares to, right now. ]