[ it's as good as she's going to get, so daisy takes it, murmuring a quick i'll be right back before hopping off the barstool. maybe it's the fact that she's been in this club enough times, and seen this particular bartender on more than one of those nights, but nobody calls after her to close her tab when she does. she's good for it.
and true to her word, it doesn't take her more than a few minutes to weave through the space and find the room where a gym bag holds the change of clothes and promised first aid kit are held. a quick message to the owner explains the absence, and then daisy heads back to the bar to find damian... who is thankfully in the same place she left him. ]
Alright. [ at least she doesn't get in his space again. she just holds out the kit. presumably he's enough of a grown up to do it himself, if he's fought better men at eight? ] Knock yourself out.
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and true to her word, it doesn't take her more than a few minutes to weave through the space and find the room where a gym bag holds the change of clothes and promised first aid kit are held. a quick message to the owner explains the absence, and then daisy heads back to the bar to find damian... who is thankfully in the same place she left him. ]
Alright. [ at least she doesn't get in his space again. she just holds out the kit. presumably he's enough of a grown up to do it himself, if he's fought better men at eight? ] Knock yourself out.