[ markus isn't alone. daisy remembers all too well what that rage sickness had done to her — the memory of her hands wrapped tight around fitz' throat isn't one that's going to go away any time soon, even if she's said her apologies and they've made amends. you don't just forget choking out your best friend. she might have liked to have stayed in this tent a little longer, perhaps to have milked a little more of its abundant hospitality, but markus is right. they can't just leave the men to fight amongst themselves, if
the wine on the side table offers an excuse to get up, and while her hands busy themselves with the process of uncorking and pouring, daisy uses the opportunity to peer over at the men across the way. they're certainly up in arms, wide gestures and stiff jaws signaling the deep-seated rage beginning to color their words and their cheeks. one man, particularly fat-bellied, begins to quiver a bit; his jowls shake as he shouts, voice cracking on a particularly harsh syllable, and daisy can't help the frown that pulls at her features. ]
You're right. [ she's disappointed, but not upset. this is the right thing to do. ] I thought we'd seen the last of this stuff, but …
[ maybe it's the drugs. she settles both wine glasses in markus' hands for a brief moment before strolling forward, past a pair of chatty girls in low-cut party dresses taking holo photos of each other; the vape pens on the bar are all empty, of course, but she hopes there might be some residue left. something, if nothing else, for bobbi to test.
as she makes her way back, she opts to shift to more subtle communication. ]
how do you want to do this? do you think we could lure them here, out of the way?
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the wine on the side table offers an excuse to get up, and while her hands busy themselves with the process of uncorking and pouring, daisy uses the opportunity to peer over at the men across the way. they're certainly up in arms, wide gestures and stiff jaws signaling the deep-seated rage beginning to color their words and their cheeks. one man, particularly fat-bellied, begins to quiver a bit; his jowls shake as he shouts, voice cracking on a particularly harsh syllable, and daisy can't help the frown that pulls at her features. ]
You're right. [ she's disappointed, but not upset. this is the right thing to do. ] I thought we'd seen the last of this stuff, but …
[ maybe it's the drugs. she settles both wine glasses in markus' hands for a brief moment before strolling forward, past a pair of chatty girls in low-cut party dresses taking holo photos of each other; the vape pens on the bar are all empty, of course, but she hopes there might be some residue left. something, if nothing else, for bobbi to test.
as she makes her way back, she opts to shift to more subtle communication. ]
how do you want to do this? do you think we could lure them here, out of the way?