[For Saffron]
Once in a while, Daisy imbibes just a smidgen too much during her shift. She loves her work and it's something to do, but she just drinks a little here and a little there. It never did a thing before with a reaper's constitution, but now it settles pleasantly in her stomach and makes her feel like she's tumbling.
She's in a little blue number tonight that binds at the front with a white corset-like shirt and she's done for the evening and sitting to rest her precious corns, watching Helen as she finishes up for the night. She's still tipsy and that bite of regret and loneliness is just around the corner, she can feel it.
"Don't you ever feel sorry for them?" she wonders aloud in Helen's direction. "All the girls and boys who come here to play?"
She's in a little blue number tonight that binds at the front with a white corset-like shirt and she's done for the evening and sitting to rest her precious corns, watching Helen as she finishes up for the night. She's still tipsy and that bite of regret and loneliness is just around the corner, she can feel it.
"Don't you ever feel sorry for them?" she wonders aloud in Helen's direction. "All the girls and boys who come here to play?"