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♛ Daisy Antonia Guerra. 23. Owner of Freya's Closet & Model. Secretary for The Almeida Cartel. Lakewood, TX. ♛

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lakewoodxkeegs‌:

“yeah. well right now they’re just ideas,” she said, looking up. she raised her eyebrows, wondering where this conversation was going to go. she tilted her head, her defensive measures already starting to bristle. “i guess we’ll just have to see, huh?” keegan barely felt her eye twitch. “of course it’s the artist’s interpretation. i just happen to be the artist and it’s my interpretation. and please. you obviously haven’t been around children to know what their drawings look like”

“So you’re tattooing yourself? Do you have a licence?” Daisy quipped, the same sly smile continuing to pull at the corners of her mouth in response. “I have a five-year-old sister, but you’re right. I’m pretty sure she’s done better drawings than that.”

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victorxrinaldi‌:

A busy man though he was, Victor stood at her approach and rounded the table to pull out the opposite chair in simple invitation. “He is an old man, I doubt if he would have one.” Then again, he had learned to never underestimate the old and their ancient pettiness. “Please sit. Join me and we will talk.”

A wordless thank you as she sat, the menu placed in front of her as she yet again smoothed out her frame-hugging dress. Daisy had to applaud the man. Being as unintentionally-intentionally irritating as she was, he never lost his composure. A true gentleman. Not to be funny, but it was a pity they played for opposite teams. 

“I suppose my father will have to settle on waiting for fashion week,” she hummed. “How are you, Mr. Rinaldi?” The heiress digressed, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. “Last we spoke, I sensed I might’ve been intruding on something. Even now. Flattered you’ve made the time, but if I’m interrupting---?”

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victorxrinaldi‌:

There were too many thoughts in his head. The worried ones, puzzled, and the angry ones, they buzzed around his head like irritating, unwelcome flies. For that, he patiently sat inside Guiseppe’s with his tablet showing coded documents he frowned over. It was better to work, that usually cleared his head.. usually.

Wandering into Guiseppe’s had less to do with an aimless saunter and more to do with a convenient amble as her icy gaze landed on the man. She strut through, the hostess following behind her diligently before stopping dead at his table, only to be bumped into. Straightening her dress, she smiled down at him.

“My, Mr. Rinaldi, what a pleasant surprise,” she mused with her best Southern-Belle accent she could muster. “Forgive me for the intrusion, but I didn’t get that business card off of you the last time we spoke.”

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lakewoodxkeegs‌:

keegan had been sitting at the cafe, drinking copious amounts of coffee all day. it was her day off. she’d asked for it off hoping to get smashed at the party the night before. unfortunately, it hadn’t happened. she’d been doodling little sketches of different things. when she felt someone look at her, she looked up and shrugged. “thinking of getting a tattoo,” she admitted. 

“And you’re designing it?” Daisy caught the other’s gaze, holding it for a moment before a coy smile pulled at the very corners of her ruby lips. “Are there any worthwhile artists in this town that could take on such a masterpiece?” A hint of sarcasm, but it was a valid point. “I thought it was up to the artist’s interpretation. That’s why you go to them. Not to get an exact replica of a child’s drawing.”

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eli-drake‌:

“I did—twice now,” Eli wasn’t a fan of games, in particular the charades the woman was playing about in front of him. Instead, he plucked the bottle by the neck from the servant’s hands, and grinned, moving to uncork it. “Feel free to let go of your attitude, so many holier than thou persons in town—you wonder if there’s a humble soul in sight,” The cork popped, as he poured himself a flute, holding the empty one up. “Still want it?”

Her gaze narrowed at him in response. Should she have been busying herself with this right now? It was better than standing around, looking pretty--- but heated arguments never got her anywhere. She never knew how to stand her ground like her father. Lori, however, was hard-headed. She passed that on to Daisy.

“Town’s desolate, sweetheart. Get used to it.” She didn’t have to prove herself to this foreigner. Her eyes flickered to the offered flute and she let out a sound caught somewhere between a scoff and a groan. “I don’t take drinks from creepy, over-privileged man-children,” she shot back. “Enjoy your apple juice. I’m gonna go find some real alcohol.”

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logan-legend‌:

Logan had to snort, pushing the water aside in an attempt to forget it completely, and shook his head. “There’s no fuckin’ way that’s your dad.” And he considered the alternative, as he cast a straight glance at her. “You’re kiddin’, right?”

“Is it that surprising? Eight estates worldwide, forty cars, two-hundred-billion dollar business--- and the surprise is that he likes dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets? He has a five-year-old, dear.” Daisy relaxed, leaning against the bar. “So, you’re new-new, huh?” She looked him over. “But I recognize you. Jog my memory?”

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logan-legend‌:

“Your dad and I have a mutual interest in fixin’ up this town, but it’s not like we run totally in the same circles, so…” That was that. Maybe acquaintances, but Logan wasn’t sure what to consider it, really. And he considered her comment. “No—that sounds like a plate full of shit.”

“I’m sure you do,” she averred, cocking her brow as she gave him a once-over. She was well-aware of her father’s business ventures, but anything that wasn’t on the books--- well, her books--- were usually left up for interpretation. “It’s not everyone’s palate. If it were his choice, it would be beers and dinosaur-shaped nuggets.”

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eli-drake‌:

“I wasn’t bloody talking to you,” He snipped, cocking a brow. “Barely saw you there, what is with the women in this town—“ He stepped back. “Dress like that, love, I wouldn’t mistake you for a common worker.” He snapped to the server nearest him, darkened glare, even through the mask. “I’m still waiting on a decent bottle of champagne, you know.”

“Well I guess that’s good because I would’ve ripped your eyes out if you had,” she scoffed, an indignant turn of her nose angled towards him. “No, but having common decency must only be a worker thing, huh?” She shot back, crossing her arms. Her gaze shot towards the passing server. “You can cancel that order. If Mr. Big-Shot here wants some good alcohol, he can go find some on his own.” Her icy hues flit back to the taller man. “Or he can save himself the embarrassment and ask nicely.”

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eli-drake‌:

“This champagne tastes like right piss.” Eli placed the glass down. “Bring me the bottle of Dom–1975–I’m sure if you read the label this time, it’ll be in there.”

Daisy had done her research on these kinds of events. She’d made sure never to clash outfits with other women. Stand out. Never coordinate with the help--- but this man--- this poor fellow, bless his heart. She stopped in her tracks, eyeing him from shoes to hair before a flicker of an annoyed smile tightened at the corners of her ruby lips. 

“Right away, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you? I’m sure if I ask the kitchen they’d be more than obliged to give you a sippy-cup to accompany that glorified apple cider.”

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logan-legend‌:

A snort fell from his lips, as he lightly rolled his eyes. High maintenance women—had to love them. He considered it as such, as he beckoned the waiter with a finger, tapping out that fizzy shit for regular, and allowing Daisy what she wanted, before tossing a twenty down. “Nah, I’m good.” Not that he planned to explain his thinking—or if he really believed he’d hold out all night long.

“Scotch, please,” she requested, curling ruby lips at the bartender. She hadn’t learned much of this Logan fellow from Roman. A new pawn on his chessboard, perhaps. Nothing close, she presumed. Still, they had ties. She’d have to do some digging. “I’m surprised my father hasn’t invited you over for dinner yet. Not a fan of foie gras?”

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victorxrinaldi‌:

Victor sensed the shift of his guard and watched the younger woman approach with minimal interest. He knew of her, name and otherwise, and simply waited for whatever it was she wanted. A flick of his finger against the side of his pant leg and the guard relaxed, ever-watchful. Good dog.

A hand lifted, nudging aside her hand and fingertips pressed to her collarbone, pushing her a step back in a smooth, gentle movement. “A tailor in Sicily,” he confided. “If you are willing to make the trip, it is worthwhile.”

Daisy took the initiative step back. Alright. A little over the line. She had to get used to keeping her personal space her own. Still, this was the Victor Rinaldi himself. How could she resist? Her interest was purely professional.

“Does this Sicilian tailor have a business card?” She inquired. “My father’s in need of a better suit. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind the trip back home.”

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logan-legend‌:

“If I didn’t like your dad, Darlin’, I’d throw this glass in your face just for fun.” Logan held his hands out. “But here we fuckin’ are, right?” God, how long could he hold out without one was the issue.”

“Only men who buy me a drink can call me ‘darling’, so you can refrain from letting that word fall from those pretty pink blowjob lips of yours,” he mused, tilting her head at him sweetly. Threats were wasted on her, but she appreciated the banter. “Loosen up and have a drink, it won’t kill you, sweetheart.”

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victorxrinaldi‌:

A headache wanted to brew behind Victor’s left eye but went relatively ignored. He watched everyone, noting the this and that. How someone shied away from another’s touch, a different pair melted into each other. A bodyguard hovered somewhat nearby; close enough to be used as a shield, if need be. Nearly as unintelligent as his predecessors, which was unfortunate.

Eyes flicked to someone passing by before he continued to watch. To wait. The opportunity had yet to rise and he was content to linger, lurking like a snake in the grass.

Daisy lingered nearest the bar, bright hues watching the mingling of patrons. Some whom she’d recognized from The Black Rabbit--- those who survived her father’s rampage. Those who recognized her as his daughter strayed. They gave her looks, whispering amongst one another as Daisy did her best to keep her temper under control. Their lives were mundane. That’s what she had to keep telling herself. As her gaze shifted to one person in particular, she advanced without a second thought, taking a space next to the man. 

“I don’t mean to be a bug, but I’m on the hunt for a suit just like this,” she smiled, dragging a finely manicured claw down the lapel of his jacket “Any suggestions?”

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reinaxashford‌:

The night was already off to a great start. Dry sarcasm as Reina bitterly took her shot of Jäger. “If I hear one more co-worker offer to guess where my gun is in this dress, I’m gonna use this brass knuckle clutch on their privates.” Signal and wave to the bartender to keep ‘em comin’. Shouldn’t have left her signature perch at the bar. 

“I’ll let you use mine. It has spikes,” she offered flatly, showing her the clutch. Daisy’s intentions on being there were mostly to rub elbows with any further business ventures, but so far everyone had been either too drunk to care or not of any importance. She breathed out an elongated sigh. “I don’t even know why I bother to show up to these things anymore. If I wanted to get pretty, drink and do nothing--- I could’ve stayed home. I didn’t even get asked to go. I feel like I’m back in eighth grade when I went stag to my semi-formal.”

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logan-legend‌:

He sat nearby, pulling a face. Drinking water was easy, and maybe his personal choice—the first in a long time—to not drink at a social gathering was… well, it was still something he was trying to explain to himself, but not the point. Now, he put the glass down. “Don’t they serve anything that doesn’t feel like I’m being electrocuted?”

“You could always just drink milk,” she noted with a glimmer of smile. “Or is that also too tough on your little tummy?”

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