[ the scene is beautiful. it's tacky and overdone in a way that makes daisy's eyes water, but she has to admit, the production crew knows how to tug on heartstrings. with cascading lights twinkling in the dark, tropical flowers laid out in gorgeous waterfall arrangements, and plenty of skin glistening under the bright spotlights, it's a scene that any viewer would want to drink in. add in the gentle melody of live orchestra in the distance, and it's basically romance porn for the 18-35 target audience.
not that it's been all beauty and grace thus far. no, she's suffered through a three-week hellfire period already, watched girl after girl go home after convoluted group dates and overly dramatic, teary-eyed catfights, and drank at least half a dozen bottles of champagne all on her own — daisy's convinced it's only the fact that she's managed to stay under the radar that's kept her in the game thus far. well, that, and the fact that her boss' former girlfriend happens to be running the show. quinn king might not be the nicest woman alive, but she sure knows how to keep her end of a bargain.
final six, johnson. you have until final six, and then you're on your own.
which might explain her casual vibe at tonight's day-after-elimination party. leaning up against a bar, occasionally chatting with the scruffy italian bartender when refills demand, daisy's gotten more entertainment out of her people-watching spot than she's had in days; the promise of doubled-down liquor in the near future carries the potential for a few nasty catfights to release some pent-up jealousy.
maybe the bachelor will need an opportunity to escape too? if he does, she'll be happy to share her drink — jack and coke, heavy on the jack. ]
Edited (tmw you reread your tag and realize you repeated words a bunch) 2018-08-26 19:04 (UTC)
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not that it's been all beauty and grace thus far. no, she's suffered through a three-week hellfire period already, watched girl after girl go home after convoluted group dates and overly dramatic, teary-eyed catfights, and drank at least half a dozen bottles of champagne all on her own — daisy's convinced it's only the fact that she's managed to stay under the radar that's kept her in the game thus far. well, that, and the fact that her boss' former girlfriend happens to be running the show. quinn king might not be the nicest woman alive, but she sure knows how to keep her end of a bargain.
final six, johnson. you have until final six, and then you're on your own.
which might explain her casual vibe at tonight's day-after-elimination party. leaning up against a bar, occasionally chatting with the scruffy italian bartender when refills demand, daisy's gotten more entertainment out of her people-watching spot than she's had in days; the promise of doubled-down liquor in the near future carries the potential for a few nasty catfights to release some pent-up jealousy.
maybe the bachelor will need an opportunity to escape too? if he does, she'll be happy to share her drink — jack and coke, heavy on the jack. ]