Danny was in a great mood. She could tell. He was smiling ear to ear and didn't even chastise her when she'd mentioned ruining the wedding. He just smiled. He must really love Richie, was all she could think. Then he said "Okayyy." There was something about it. Wasn't there? Something about the way he'd lingered on the word and about the way he hadn't looked away from her the whole time. She was reading too much into it, she knew that, so she decided to do what she does best: limbo.
As the party wound down and she felt like since she was one of the last to arrive, she should be one of the last to leave. Normally she would dread being that person who overstays their welcome, but she knew that a) she should to help clean up if needed (she knew how messy it can be to throw a good party), b) she knew Danny had no issue telling her what to do, especially when it came to boundaries, and c) for some reason she wanted to push those boundaries, just a little bit. She wasn't sure why she liked pushing his buttons, but she did, immensely. Not to mention, she hadn't been able to keep from grinning like an idiot the whole evening. It seemed like Danny's good mood had been contagious and she didn't want that feeling to go away.
She'd taken the fall for Peter and Josh tonight like a champ, but that didn't mean that it didn't still hurt her to do so. Everyone had believed her so easily, too easily. Was she just that good of a liar? Or did she really seem like the kind of girl who would desperately throw themselves at the groom on the day of the wedding? Sure, sure, she had been that girl before, but she wasn't her anymore. She had grown, or at least she liked to think so.
The happy thing was, she hadn't felt any of that insecurity from the moment she stepped into Danny's apartment and so leaving just didn't feel like a good idea, not right now anyhow. Not when there were buttons to be pushed and a contagious good mood to be had.