...mage was soon remedied when she saw Brittany
and Kevin having a fight off in the distance.Babe,
I didnt know she wasnt you!A
li-ke-ly story! Brittany called back with her usual inflections.A
few dull shakes of her head allowed her the sobriety to breathe
easily. She had accepted one
drink from Jane, feeling that the watered-down keg was best left to
the college dropouts and the girls like Quinn assuming Quinn
drank. Daria didnt want the answer to this question, her arms
still languidly draped over her sides.Trent approached once more, but
Daria was more prepared for his arrival this time. Enjoy the set?
he asked as casual conversation starter.It was alright. The
pair seemed to edge away from the rest of the party at the question,
with Trent idly slipping beside Daria in some unspoken agreement.
They stopped as they reached a quieter spot in the party nearby the
stairs, their attention dwindling from the sounds and sights of the
bustling party. Turning to examine a painting placed carefully
against the wall, Trent fidgeted with his watch. Hows it been?
With the watch?Oh. Ive been late less, Max
and Nick are considering turning me into the police and demanding I
tell them where the real Trent is Daria laughed very quietly
but was met with a serious lift to Trents eyebrow. Once again,
their actions seemed to speak volumes more than anything they could
utter. Daria slumped her back against the wall as Trent continued to
distract himself with the placid painting of a fi...