It wasn't my fault

She shook her head and rolled a meatball across her plate before giving in with a sigh. “Claire…” she began, matter-of-factly, “I’m gonna eat this food, not because I trust you, but because I’m starving. I swear to God though, if you’ve poisoned it, I will come back from the dead and haunt your ass until the end of time.” With that, she took a bite and raised both eyebrows as she swallowed, waiting for her stomach to tie itself in a pretzel and her system to shut down. Thankfully, the moment never came, so she shrugged and took another bite.

Her back to Claire, she chanced a meaningful glance at Jace for her discreet attention before carefully mouthing, “If we play along, maybe she won’t kill us.”

The nicknames Jace was insisting on calling her were less okay then. ‘Cream puff’? Really? Wait- was she calling her fat? Pale and fat?  No, now wasn’t the time to dwell on that. Claire clamped down on that thought.

Jace gave Becks a big smile that couldn't have been more obviously pained and sarcastic if she tried, "My new room? It's super. It's more about what isn't there than is that makes it just oh so more comfortable, ya know?" and for a moment she let a good natured conspiratorial chuckle slip through. Sure Becks played for the other team in a sense but she knew it wasn't all roses. In fact, most of the time it was manuere.

Jace turned her attention back to Claire as the pint sized pest whined again. She raised a brow, "The only problems that we have that are any of your business fun sized are the ones we have with you." She raised both brows and then grinned and looked thoughtful, "Metaphorically or literally? Soooo us talking and eating this isn't enough for you..." then she narrowed her eyes as if she could tell what Claire had been up to. She stood up and gave the other girl the stink eye, "Claire. If you wanted to see two girls kiss, all you had to do was say so."

“Oh. Oh!”

As if her previous position hadn’t been awkward enough, a confused and clumsy Becks was now sprawled over her lap and Darcy could barely breathe. What few thoughts she was having ran the gamut from coming out with them tonight was a terrible idea to coming out with them tonight was the best idea ever. She blinked down at the woman on her lap and just like that she was gone, sitting next to her, then being pulled away by Jace, who was saying something apologetic, but Darcy missed what it was. The other two women disappeared into the crowd leaving Darcy, red-faced and breathing-impaired, sitting awkwardly alone in their booth.

Darcy downed another shot.

Jace sharply yanked on Becks to bring her in closer, she kept that smile on her face but her words didn't match it, "Wanna play 'which of these doesn't belong?'", she looked at a guy wearing leather pants, "Leather camel toe, no..." and then she remarked about the woman to their other side, "Big Boobs McGee, no..." she looked right in Becks eyes, "How about a nerdy outcast that barely talks to anybody at the manor?" she tilted her head and gave her a meaningful look.

Before Becks could react, Jace took the hand she was holding and spun her and when she brought her back in Becks back was facing Jace's front, she made sure her own arm was across the other woman's middle and while the move looked like Jace was trying to do something incredibly sexy, it was in reality just better logistics. Jace had manuvered Becks so it looked like they were still dancing but now she could see what Jace had been seeing: Matt, dorky studious Matt from the manor was sitting at a table with a drink. He was sweating, looked nervous and was speaking with someone whose back was turned to the girls.

Darce, I don't think I'm the one that has a problem saying it out loud..