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daisieโs lips purse into a tight smile when she looks to her right - sheโd just walked up to the bar to refill her glass, and she certainly hadnโt planned on having a conversation with the girl beside her. daisie wasnโt normally a partier; down for a good time, yes, but bars on a weeknight werenโt necessarily her thing. now that madeleine was gone, however, filling her time became a little more difficult, which brought her here. โgood for you,โ she tells her, because sheโs not really sure what else to say. she and davina hadnโt had a meaningful conversation in a long time, and sheโs sure that the girl is only speaking to her now due to the influence of alcohol.ย โhow do i feel?โ she asks, as if itโs a stupid question โ which, it sort of is.ย โit sucks, i miss her, and on top of that, iโm out of a jobโฆyou know, until she comes back.โ
ย ย ย talking to daisie was like talking to a complete stranger, the pair hardly talked since davina and madeleine were no longer on speaking terms. in fact, they were hardly friends at all. she peered over in her direction, actually for once listening to what the female had to say.ย โ i mean thatโs totally valid, she was your employer after all. you know the more you CHOOSE to miss her, the worst youโre going to start to feel about it. i know you think that i didnโt like madeleine & honestly ... i donโt or didnโt but she was a friend of mine for most of my childhood. so it sucks for me, but donโt get your hopes up on her coming back. because sheโs been gone for weeks now & that usually means she DOESNโT want to come back or ... you know ... sheโs dead. โ she stated, knowing how heartless she mustโve sounded in this situation.
