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daisie’s lips purse into a tight smile when she looks to her right - she’d just walked up to the bar to refill her glass, and she certainly hadn’t planned on having a conversation with the girl beside her. daisie wasn’t normally a partier; down for a good time, yes, but bars on a weeknight weren’t necessarily her thing. now that madeleine was gone, however, filling her time became a little more difficult, which brought her here. “good for you,” she tells her, because she’s not really sure what else to say. she and davina hadn’t had a meaningful conversation in a long time, and she’s sure that the girl is only speaking to her now due to the influence of alcohol. “how do i feel?” she asks, as if it’s a stupid question – which, it sort of is. “it sucks, i miss her, and on top of that, i’m out of a job…you know, until she comes back.”
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. “ i mean that’s totally valid, she was your employer after all. you know the more you CHOOSE to miss her, the worst you’re going to start to feel about it. i know you think that i didn’t like madeleine & honestly ... i don’t or didn’t but she was a friend of mine for most of my childhood. so it sucks for me, but don’t get your hopes up on her coming back. because she’s been gone for weeks now & that usually means she DOESN’T want to come back or ... you know ... she’s dead. ” she stated, knowing how heartless she must’ve sounded in this situation.
