At first she wondered if he was just in the habit of mauling cherry pies and not using a napkin, or something. Maybe he overdid it with ketchup on a burger, who the fuck knew, but being someone afflicted with one of the plague's of egypt, localized in her uterus, meant she knew it was blood before she was even willing to admit it was blood.
Her lip curled, or at least it sort of looked like a fish hook snagged the corner and tugged, giving Darcy the appearance of someone smelling something rotten and judging the one trying to call HER crazy for knowing a smelly smell when she smelled one.
"I told you! I don't DO drama without reason! I am a reasonably dramatic person! I'm going to ralph," okay that was unreasonably dramatic but her stomach was lurching.
Mostly because of the tacos she devoured only an hour ago, but still!
"Do you even KNOW these people?!" she hissed. What the fuck kind of house party was this?!