Sloppy, she thought to herself, letting her gaze fall to her now clasped hands. In all her years of being involved with the crime world, she had never come across a group so hellbent on recognition from such a small community. Her father was a God in his own world, and she’d constantly berate him for giving so much only to receive so little. So little being this tiny, eye-sore town. A dot on the map. They didn’t deserve him and she reminded him daily.
New York was their playground where they rubbed elbows with the finest and only worried about what shoes went with what outfit. The upper east side was home. Why he had traded it all for a simpleton town like this, she’d never truly know, but he was a smart man. A man capable of several different trains of thought at once who carried a 200 billion dollar company on his shoulders like it were the easiest thing in the world. Now that was a man that deserved to gloat. He had the world at his feet— and now she was to fill his shoes. Daisy intended on beating out the competition, but what harm was there in enjoying her stay while she waited?
The main question was--- why she had returned to the picturesque town of Lakewood? Why had she bothered to stick around. Her father had been incarcerated the very night she arrived. There was no one of importance to her in this hick-town--- but then again--- there was always Raphael. A thorn in her father’s side but a breath of fresh air to the girl. She supposed they didn’t have to agree on everything. She sat quietly at the bar, eyeing her nails as she grew bored by the minute. She should’ve stuck with drinking at home. At least there she didn’t have to deal with lousy pick-up lines or men getting handsy or vulgar when she didn’t reciprocate. She’d be just fine sipping a bottle of chardonnay watching Mr. Gosling whisk Miss McAdams off her feet.
[ @raphael-stone ]
