Distractions (daisy & open)
Collapsing on a stool, Daisy let her eyes scan the pub blankly. She had made way too many rounds, and had drank far too many drinks if the toilet in the loo was any indication. She felt much stabler now, however. And that was a blessing in disguise, she supposed. A right Christmas Miracle, before the holiday ever came around. Praise Merlin. The sarcastic thoughts were followed with a roll of her hazel eyes.
Turning, she looked behind her, wondering if she could wave down the keep for a glass of gilly water. It might even stave off the roaring headache she would no doubt have in the morning. Nowhere to be found, however. Which was just her luck. As always. She needed some sort of stimulation, or else it was right back to how she had been when she’d first walked into the party. Worried, suspicious and fake. Jumping back up, she decided to forego the water.
“How’s it going?” she asked, sitting at the first table she saw with an empty seat. “Bit early for Christmas, but it’s one hell of a party, huh?”