By the time they reached the table again, Rivers actually sighed with relief. The drinks were still there and turning his gaze around saw Daria walking towards them with a huge smile on her face. He frowned at her however but held his tongue. What was she thinking picking up a blind guy at a concert for crying out loud? His hand wrapped around the warm glass and he gulped back half of the beer still refusing to say anything.<br/><br/>Daria had gone as fast as she could to the public toilets, the queue this time had been larger than before and the mess within had left her stomach feeling decidedly nauseous. Gone for longer than she would have liked, she was glad at least that the boys were still together on her return. As she came to stand between them her arm automatically went around Mask's waist and her mouth gently brushed his ear.<br/><strong>"I'm back"</strong>she told him, her forehead resting against the side of his head a moment before she turned to smile at Rivers. She recognised the look immediately and wanted to tell him to get off of his high horse, that this was different. Mask was different but she didn't know how to explain it and this certainly wasn't the place to try.<br/><strong>"The queue was outrageous, sorry you had to wait"</strong>she grinned instead,<strong>"thanks for getting the drinks in ... been getting to know one another?"</strong><br/>