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DAPHNE!     @dangeress

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Holy shit.

Her hand was clenched around the doorknob, high heeled boots planted right where she’d been when she’d pushed open the back door. Moody eyes had been searching for her deadbeat dad ( – whereabouts, currently unknown – ) before showtime, the divey bar expecting her on stage any second, but this was entertainment she hadn’t bargained for. The redhead was a vision of some back alley superhero, her bloodied victim now scurrying off with her attention diverted towards Gigi, the unexpected intruder. “You totally just kicked that guy’s ass. That was badass.

     > GIGI ROCK . SC <
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              𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌, 𝐃𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄, ‘𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐔𝐓!’ Oh, well, the butt-kicking she’d given had been quite the warning in of itself. As she turned towards the heavy swing of the bar’s backdoor, the hand-stitched emblem on her leather jacket shone holographic, an electric shade of her signature color. Daphne tried for a bashful smile; it couldn’t be helped. Her blood was fierce as it rushed through her body; in the aftermath of a fight, her grin shone with DIVINE LIGHT. She felt like a badass.  Gee, thanks. She pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear.  No one was supposed to see that… Daphne rolled her eyes; some silly rule of Betty and Veronica’s. 

Then again, she wasn’t supposed to be there to begin with so…  Hey, wait a sec! You look super familiar…