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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."
"Hey, it's Daisy. You know what to do."
"Hey, it's Daisy. You know what to do."
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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?
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Trying not to drink so much. Turns me into more of an asshole than normal. Makes it too easy to say mean shit to people just trying to help.
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[ It's a knock to herself as much as it is to Beau--Daisy isn't exactly the nicest drunk either. She steps carefully on the path to avoid getting twigs poked into her bare feet and makes a grab for her shoes. ]
What do you want?
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[Beau hunched her shoulders.] I suck hardcore. I'm trying to apologize, but I suck at that too. I'm sorry I ripped into you like that. Shouldn't have done it.
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You're a fucking asshole. [ If not for the sudden sheen in her eyes Beau would be wholly justified in thinking Daisy was about to throw hands when she tosses the cash box aside. Only instead of punching her, she throws her arms around her and hugs her hard enough to make bones ache. ] People care about you, you fucking asshole. People love you. Learn to fucking deal with it, dumbfuck.
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[Steadying herself, she furrowed her brow and, with an excruciatingly delayed response, wrapped the arm that wasn't holding Daisy's shoes about her. What the shit was she supposed to say to that when it was so hard to believe? At least it wasn't as hard to believe now as it had been back then.]
...okay.
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[ Daisy hugs her even harder, if possible, sniffling very quietly as she pulls back suddenly and punches Beau in the shoulder, not as hard as she could, but hard enough. ]
Don't do what I did. You think pulling away from everyone's better for you and for them? It's not. All you do is hurt yourself and them even more.
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Yeah, yeah, I got it - I'm working on it. I was in a real bad place cause my woman left and I found out some shit that made me think it had all been lies. Guess I wanted everyone to be miserable like I was.
But I'm better.
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Okay. Good. That's good. Next time remember you have people in your corner before you take a fucking full on belly-flop into Shitsville.
[ Daisy knelt down to pick up the cash box, which had by some miracle not popped open, even if the metal was a little dented at one corner. ]
Jesus, how long have you been out here?
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I dunno - couple hours maybe. I don't got a timepiece. Let me carry that and here, I brought you this as part of my apology. [She held out the wineskin.] I tried to come up with something super awesome and special, but it kinda fell through. So. Have some of my heritage.
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Uh, this isn't some kind of Jesus Christ, this is blood this is my body thing is it?
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I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about. It's just wine. Pretty fucking good wine, but literally just wine. My family's wine. [A pause as the monk realized she felt some weird offense just then.] You got a fucking problem with my gift?
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First off, really? You wanna start a fight already? Second off, no. Just weirded out by Catholicism and also have no idea how you open this, since I've never used one before. But it's nice. Even nicer now that I know what it means.
[ Admittedly, Daisy is not a wine drinker--it all tastes vaguely like vinegar to her--but she's not about to say that. ]
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[Feeling extremely awkward, she pointed out how to use a wineskin.] Just take that off and tilt it up in your mouth, don't squeeze or you'll be wearing it.
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[ Since she'd been worn, she kind of awkwardly tipped her head back and took a healthy swallow of wine (which wasn't remotely how you were supposed to drink wine, probably), licking her lips and wiping her mouth on the back of her had. ]
So. Your family, like...big vineyard business?
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[Seeing Daisy try the wine was helping Beau calm down and feel better. Her gift had been accepted and her friend hadn't made a face like she drank something nasty. Cause that shit wasn't cheap.]
Yeah - vitners. Kamordah is known for its wine but we made the best. Or one of the best. Don't know anymore. Been a while since I been to the vineyard.
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[ She re-capped (recorked?) the wineskin and took her shoes back from Beau, since Beau was being nice enough to carry the cash box. ] Just showing up is enough. I mean, it's nice, don't get me wrong, but the swallowing of pride and the eating of crow? Plenty.
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...and maybe it would make you willing to do me a favor tomorrow?
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What's up?
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Oh, I wanted to finally go get my own strap on - introduce my witch to 'em - but... There's so many types and they're made of weird shit.
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So what we're gonna be looking for is a nice beginner's rig, I'm guessing. You want something realistic looking, or no?
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But... Glinda likes them so maybe it'd be good to have one that looks like one.
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...I want to drink really fucking bad and it's hell not doing it with the weight of three thousand years of devotion pressing down on me.
[She shook herself.] So yeah, okay, I get it. Beginner for her.
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[ The not drinking, Daisy got, but clearly there was a big ol' puzzle piece she was missing. ]
All right, so realistic size, realistic appearance is okay. That should make it pretty easy. You wanna meet me at Hysterium tomorrow afternoon?
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