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rising_tide) wrote2025-09-28 05:21 pm
rising_tide) wrote2025-09-28 05:21 pm
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"Hey, it's Daisy. You know what to do."
"Hey, it's Daisy. You know what to do."
At the agreed-on time, Daisy would hear a knock on her door. Vax leaned against the doorjam, waiting, but he didn't pass up an opportunity to be a shit.
"You good in there, Hazy Days?" he called out. "I can pick the lock if you're still too drunk to get to the door."
"You good in there, Hazy Days?" he called out. "I can pick the lock if you're still too drunk to get to the door."
"Ha, ha, ha," Daisy quipped on her way to the door, not intentionally dawdling, but not rushing either. She flipped the lock and pulled the door open, mirroring his leaning pose, cup of water balanced in hand, clothed in nothing but a tank top and underwear in basic black. Though her eyes had the cloudy look of someone who was thoroughly tipsy, she wasn't smashed. Wine, in this day and age, wasn't as strong as she would've thought. Or maybe she just wasn't swiping the good stuff.
"I can handle my booze, Hot Topic." She stepped back after a moment, opening the door wider to let him in as she turned and padded back towards the bedroom. "I'd offer you a drink, but that was my last bottle. Unless you want the last smidgen of shitty vodka."
"I can handle my booze, Hot Topic." She stepped back after a moment, opening the door wider to let him in as she turned and padded back towards the bedroom. "I'd offer you a drink, but that was my last bottle. Unless you want the last smidgen of shitty vodka."
[ Daisy's gift actually comes quite late, while Kira waits to make requests of their patrons. When his wardrobe expands for the new year, he takes the twin of his new jacket and leaves it for her to find, a note tucked inside: ]
All I've ever wanted is to be in a girl gang. There's another gift, but it'll be in the movie theater when our gracious hosts figure out how to set it up. Merry Christmas.
XOXO Gossip Girl
All I've ever wanted is to be in a girl gang. There's another gift, but it'll be in the movie theater when our gracious hosts figure out how to set it up. Merry Christmas.
XOXO Gossip Girl
[The week of Christmas, there's a knock at Daisy's door, but no one on the other side: just a small gray gift box with an unusual pair of lock pick earrings inside. They come with a note that simply reads In case you ever get into trouble down in the sex dungeon. Merry Christmas, Allison Argent]
Darling, I've realized I've never sent you that naughty poetry. Sure enough, I've found a book and I think you might like one.
[She clears her throat.]
I give you my sweet white lily
My petals a treasure from heaven above
Soft and plush like that of velvet
My scent so gloriously enticing
A divine essence to behold
Layer upon sweet layer for you to unfold
Lines and dots to be traced like braille
For my bud beneath will you then find
In it's core, sticky and sweet does it reside
For I give you my sweet white lily.
[She clears her throat.]
I give you my sweet white lily
My petals a treasure from heaven above
Soft and plush like that of velvet
My scent so gloriously enticing
A divine essence to behold
Layer upon sweet layer for you to unfold
Lines and dots to be traced like braille
For my bud beneath will you then find
In it's core, sticky and sweet does it reside
For I give you my sweet white lily.
[ Hoooo lord Jesus. She is too bi for this. Far, Far Too Bi. ]
Iiiiii think I need a cold shower. Or some quality Daisy Time in my bunk.
Iiiiii think I need a cold shower. Or some quality Daisy Time in my bunk.
[ Jester definitely hasn't quite gotten the hang of this sexting thing yet. She was supposed to send this to Widowmaker, but somehow, she instead - manages to hit up a complete stranger. Go her. It's definitely, standing by her bathroom mirror. Pastel pink sheets, baby blue and the flimsiest matching set of bra and panties (with little ribbons). The pose is her leaning against the door frame, suggestively. Soft curves accented by her almost devilish grin.
It would be super suggestive. If y'know she wasn't wearing the most ridiculous pair of unicorn slippers.
Yup. Totally. ]
It would be super suggestive. If y'know she wasn't wearing the most ridiculous pair of unicorn slippers.
Yup. Totally. ]
[ Daisy has no idea who this is but she is also not at all complaining. Titties are always a welcome distraction and blue titties? Those are new! ]
Where did you find a Betsey Johnson outlet in Sexy Fairyland? I need to know.
Also new tome who dis
Where did you find a Betsey Johnson outlet in Sexy Fairyland? I need to know.
Also new tome who dis
Hey I'm always down to be a drunk slut.
Meet me in my room around 9? I'll swipe some booze from the club.
Meet me in my room around 9? I'll swipe some booze from the club.
So does it like count as a threesome when your woman magically splits herself into two of herself and then fucks you? I can't decide.
Uh, yeah? It absolutely does? Why is this even in question?
[It was late but Beau was chilling outside the club waiting for Daisy to close up for the night. Goggles perched upon her head and a pair of fancy boots on, the monk crouched in the shadows by the door with a wine skin slung over her shoulder. Rocking slowly on the balls of her feet, Beau kept reminding herself that she just needed to get this shit over with and fucking apologize.
So she waited.]
So she waited.]
[ 'Closing up for the night' can be anywhere from three to four in the morning, but eventually Daisy does indeed emerge from midnight, wearing something club appropriate--short, skimpy, and usually glittery--with her heels on top of the cash box she carried. It's pretty dark, so Daisy doesn't notice Beau right away, and when she does she jumps a little and loses one of her shoes. ]
Christ. Wear a bell or something. [ She grumbles and she bends down to pick up her shoe--which prompts the other one to slide off, naturally. She huffs her annoyance as she straightens up and starts off again. ] What? Don't you have your own booze supply to mooch off of now?
Christ. Wear a bell or something. [ She grumbles and she bends down to pick up her shoe--which prompts the other one to slide off, naturally. She huffs her annoyance as she straightens up and starts off again. ] What? Don't you have your own booze supply to mooch off of now?
Someone called me the "lesbian cassanova" of this place. I don't know what that means.
He was some Italian dude who fucked a lot.
Means you're tits deep in pussy.
Means you're tits deep in pussy.
Beg pardon for disturbing you out the blue like this. I was hopin' to speak witha Miss Johnson.
M'name's Rundle. I'm a musician.
Heard you have a tavern and thought you might have space for a bard.
M'name's Rundle. I'm a musician.
Heard you have a tavern and thought you might have space for a bard.
Please, Miss Johnson is my...no I guess it's me. Daisy's fine though.
My tavern's a nightclub, we don't really have live music save for special occasions. I don't guess you DJ on top of...barding?
My tavern's a nightclub, we don't really have live music save for special occasions. I don't guess you DJ on top of...barding?
Ummm okay. Be right back.
[Rustle, rustle, rustle.]
Mmm, medium-dark complexion, dark eyes, dark hair. Good bone structure. Looks like she could punch me in the face and I'd probably say Thank you.
[Rustle, rustle, rustle.]
Mmm, medium-dark complexion, dark eyes, dark hair. Good bone structure. Looks like she could punch me in the face and I'd probably say Thank you.
[Daisy is going to come home at some point to an unlocked door and an utterly cursed t-shirt on her bed: it's white, and roughly her size, and the front sports an unsettlingly detailed cartoon of a fish, wearing a fisherman's hat and holding a pole? What are the implications of this? The text above and below it says "BIG JOHNSON coming through!" The back advertises a bait and tackle shop and lakefront cafe called Big Johnson's in a place called Crystal River, Florida.]
Hey Daisy... 'nother stupid words question. What's ghetto and what does it mean to be ghetto married?
Oh my god, who keeps saying these things to you.
A ghetto is like, when people say it they usually mean Oh, that's a bad neighborhood, and by 'bad neighborhood' they mean full of minorities and/or poor people. Ghetto married is like, you shack up for a long time, you're not married but you're basically married. Discount married, sorta.
A ghetto is like, when people say it they usually mean Oh, that's a bad neighborhood, and by 'bad neighborhood' they mean full of minorities and/or poor people. Ghetto married is like, you shack up for a long time, you're not married but you're basically married. Discount married, sorta.
Hey Johnson.
S'me, Orla's wife; Bree.
You got some time?
S'me, Orla's wife; Bree.
You got some time?
[When Yule rolled around, an irritated pixie delivered a large box to Daisy. Inside she found a bottle of excellent Lionett Vineyards wine, a bundle of anal beads, leather pants and jacket, some lingerie, a legit chainmail bikini, and an envelope containing a coupon and a note.]
Happy Yule, Daisy. Hope everything fits. Love, Beau
Happy Yule, Daisy. Hope everything fits. Love, Beau
[Outside her door, Daisy will find a bottle of whiskey. It's nice, not the most expensive shit in fairyland but pretty good. A tag's been tied to the top, the handwriting on it a little too neat and even to be done by a human hand. Innocently included in the package is a long length of silk rope.]
Happy Holidays!
Captain Orla Rhatigan
Happy Holidays!
Captain Orla Rhatigan
[Apropos of nothing:] Do you think I could get away with just claiming a mostly-empty floor of the castle and throwing like a big party?
Or potentially a not-empty floor and just...I don't know. I feel like me and Bree's room's not big enough for a real party. But I don't want people to have to walk somewhere.
Or potentially a not-empty floor and just...I don't know. I feel like me and Bree's room's not big enough for a real party. But I don't want people to have to walk somewhere.
Oh hell yeah, we throwing a party?
We need a ballroom sized room? Common area sized room?
We need a ballroom sized room? Common area sized room?
Carve out some weekend time. I think you and I need to get together soon.
[Here is a Quentin. A Quentin looking very, very pleased with himself.]
Hey guess what.
[Other than him sounding just a little weird, like he's trying to talk with just a little bit of water in his mouth.]
Hey guess what.
[Other than him sounding just a little weird, like he's trying to talk with just a little bit of water in his mouth.]
[A box arrived for Daisy that contained some lingerie and a notecard bearing only a heart and the letter B.]
[On the morning of New Year's Day, a basket containing six fresh sugared raised yeast donuts was delivered to Daisy's door with a tag tied to the basket.]
Many blessings to you this new year.
Many blessings to you this new year.
Max leaves a tin of assorted cookies outside her door. And with it is a card. Inside there's a voucher for a free item from his new cafe when it opens. In Max's handwriting, it also says:
I.O.U. a tour~
Happy Yule,
Max
I.O.U. a tour~
Happy Yule,
Max
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