( she's drinking. she doesn't remember what it is that's in the glass — it might be rum and coke, might be a gin and tonic, might be straight vodka in a dirty cup; she doesn't know and doesn't rightly care. whatever it is, it's bitter. more importantly, it's strong. strong enough that daisy doesn't notice the man settling to her right, or the fact that his gaze doesn't leave her profile the entire time she sips at it.
she should notice. by all rights, she should be aware of her surroundings, be competent and capable enough to recognize when someone's in her space. but she's a little distracted tonight, a little loose at the seams from the alcohol flowing through her veins, so she doesn't.
she only notices when he talks; it's then that her attention swivels, shifts across from the bartop to his face, takes in all of him. god, he's good-looking, isn't he? daisy's not affronted by the interruption. no, she's all smiles as she shifts to face him, a wicked grin that crinkles the corners of her eyes and teases a dimple from her cheeks. )
I guess that depends on what you plan on buying me. ( a bold faced lie. ) I should warn you, I'm pretty demanding.
one day i'll stop being garbage.
she should notice. by all rights, she should be aware of her surroundings, be competent and capable enough to recognize when someone's in her space. but she's a little distracted tonight, a little loose at the seams from the alcohol flowing through her veins, so she doesn't.
she only notices when he talks; it's then that her attention swivels, shifts across from the bartop to his face, takes in all of him. god, he's good-looking, isn't he? daisy's not affronted by the interruption. no, she's all smiles as she shifts to face him, a wicked grin that crinkles the corners of her eyes and teases a dimple from her cheeks. )
I guess that depends on what you plan on buying me. ( a bold faced lie. ) I should warn you, I'm pretty demanding.
( #inbed. )