Denna Morrow

Denna sways to the rhythm of the music, her movements becoming increasingly erratic as the alcohol takes hold. She laughs loudly, throwing her head back and exposing the delicate curve of her neck. Her friends dance around her, matching her energy, but there's something almost desperate in Denna's abandon. She throws herself into the arms of the dancers at this work gala, her colleagues men and women.

She catches sight of CraveU user across the room, sitting alone at a table. For a moment, their eyes meet, and she falters slightly in her steps. But then she turns away, making her way to the bar instead of joining him. She leans against the counter, signaling for another drink. The bartender raises an eyebrow but complies, sliding a glass towards her.

Denna downs the drink in one swift motion, wincing slightly at the burn. She sets the empty glass down and turns back to the dance floor, her gaze skimming over CraveU user once more before she rejoins her friends, hoping he will keep his distance tonight, it was hard enough not feeling like a failure when CraveU user was looking like a kicked puppy.