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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Oct 9, 2009 19:30:04 GMT -5
She seemed sad and Daisy could see that she appeared to be a bit....lonely, maybe? She wasn't sure if that was it but having seen Fighter in the pub on occasion, she knew the other girl wasn't prone to random conversations with people who were essentially strangers. Not that Daisy minded, she always enjoyed making chatting with new people, though that could be a dangerous proposition in Brooklyn.
"Well that sounds like a lovely idea," Daisy said, smiling again, tucking the basket under her arm. "Before we know it'll be turning cold again and we won't have the change to enjoy it."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Oct 9, 2009 19:47:14 GMT -5
Fighter nodded her head a bit gloomily, "Hate the cold..." She muttered to herself as she took another bite of her apple. "What about you? Any plans besides baking a pie?" Fighter glanced at her basket as she spoke. She honestly didn't understand how some women had the patience to bake. Then again Fighter had never been very good at cooking, if it were possibly she would burn water.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Oct 9, 2009 20:03:21 GMT -5
"I...I don't know yet," Daisy said, looking down at the basket and then thought of the rest of the day laid out before her. It was a blessed day off from McGinty's, a seemingly rare gift these days and she'd planned to bake and then maybe curl up with one of the books Jerry had lent her. Then there was also the seeing Jerry part, which was still sort of up in the air since they didn't arrange anything but somehow they had managed to always sort of bump into one another and Daisy didn't know when that would happen today but she hoped it did. She really, really hoped it did.
"I have some reading to do and then maybe out for a walk with...a friend," She could feel the tinge of pink in her cheeks when she explained her plans but felt like she had to say something, she'd been lost in her thoughts for entirely to long.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Oct 9, 2009 20:45:55 GMT -5
Another smirk crossed her face when Daisy blushed, "Boy...friend?" Usually she wouldn't bother to ask because it was pretty obvious but for some reason she was curious now. Fighter continued to eat her apple as they chatted. It was nice to chat with someone who didn't even seem to know what had occurred. It was easier for Fight to push it from her mind that way.
Fighter felt a pang at Daisy's happiness she wanted to be able to easily tell someone about what was going on with her. But she couldn't because word traveled far to fast in this borough. If the wrong person overheard her it would ruin everything.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Oct 9, 2009 21:15:38 GMT -5
"No," Daisy said, her cheeks flushing a brighter red at Fighter's question and she looked down to fiddle with the handle of her basket. "I mean...we just met last week and have seen each other a few times since... and I mean I think...I would like him to be..." Daisy babbled and then gave up, looking down at the ground and giving Fighter a little shrug.
Daisy hadn't really had a chance to talk to much of anyone about meeting Jerry. The girls at the pub were great for idle chatter and gossip but Daisy didn't feel like opening up about her possible feelings for Jerry to them. Fighter's question was the first time she'd mentioned Jerry to anyone other than herself since they met.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Oct 9, 2009 21:37:44 GMT -5
Fighter couldn't hold back her slight snicker, "You seem to be infatuated with him." She'd seen Daisy on quite a few occasions but had never seen her quite so flustered. She obviously had strong feelings for the guy, they obviously just hadn't really talked about it yet. Fight knew what that was like, her own mind traveling towards a certain boy and she smiled to herself.
"Eh, you don't have to talk about it." Fight could tell she didn't really want to share what was going on and she couldn't blame her afterall they barely knew each other. "So how do you like working at McGinty's?"
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Oct 9, 2009 21:57:52 GMT -5
Infatuated was one word for it, enamored was another. Daisy was certain that she was all of those things when it came to Jerry and it had only been a week. She had known she was in deep, but it wasn't until this very moment that she realized how much she was already feel for Jerry Flynn...and what that might mean.
"No, no...I don't mind...I just..." She trailed off and then shrugged, deciding to go with the change of subject for the time being, figuring it was easier than trying to muddle through her thoughts and feelings on Jerry. "I enjoy it most days. It's rarely boring and there is always someone to talk too," Daisy said, citing the pub's notoriously busy hours and boisterous clientele.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Oct 12, 2009 19:41:34 GMT -5
Fight smirked at Daisy's flustered demeaner. She could almost sense how she was feeling. When Daisy went on to say that working at the pub was rarelyy boring Fight nodded. "I bet, it's usually pretty lively in there when I stop in." Although she hadn't really spent much time there lately. She'd had other things on her mind and had mostly been at the dock or wondering the city.
"Don't know if I'd want to put up with some of the customers though." She'd probably end up fired. She had a hard enough time not hitting the customers at the bar she worked at and that was in Queens. Most of the men there knew better than to try to touch her though, but if it came down to it she wouldn't take any shit from them.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Oct 12, 2009 21:23:59 GMT -5
"Lively is one word for it," Daisy agreed with an easy smile as she hitched the basket a little further up her arm. She had never much minded the lively atmosphere or bustling activity at the pub, to her it was just part of her job. Daisy had grown up as a bit of a people person, and her cheerful disposition seemed to serve her well, even amidst the drunken patrons of McGinty's.
"They aren't so bad once you learn to talk to them," Daisy explained with a slight shrug. Making conversation and working her way around the alcohol infused taunts and sometimes not so subtle groping of the more enthusiastic patrons. She had found that a playful scolding and cheerful smile was often just as effective as a scowl and smack to the hand that some of the girls delivered.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Oct 14, 2009 9:46:29 GMT -5
Fight shrugged, "I have no patience to talk to them. Most of the time I can barely understand them." Pushing a piece of hair off her face Fighter shook her head. She'd always believed that if you couldn't hold your alcohol then you shouldn't drink. Then again there'd been that time with Joe where she'd let herself go. She consoled herself by saying it had been a horrible day and it had.
Briefly she wondered where the hell he was. Then again she hadn't been spending much time around anyone from the house except for Gwennie so she hadn't really gotten many updates on the people there. She knew her friends had made it back and that's what mattered. She had heard something about Birdie ending up in the hospital and she was planning on visiting her at some point. Her and Birdie weren't close but Birdie had had her back at the warehouse. Plus a selfish part of Fighter knew it was an excuse to see Davey.
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