- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Historical, Magical, Romance (usually within other genres), Dystopia,.
Daisy had started overthinking in the car from the liquor store to her home. She had purchased a bottle of vodka, and a bottle of relatively nice red wine while he had chosen his beer. She didn't plan to get overly drunk with him around, not trusting herself to not break down again, but in front of him this time. Nor did she trust herself to get drunk and not spill everything to him. He had one of those faces that, as she saw him more and more often, were just so soft and reliable. It was like he was just begging her to have faith in him and reveal all.
But that wasn't the only thing she was overthinking.
How messy was her home? Did she leave any plants out in the lounge or the dining room or hallway? Did she put the laundry away? Oh god, what if she had dropped a pair of underwear on the floor without realizing? What would be more mortifying? A pair of her comfortable, granny-panties or some lace thong? Her cheeks flushed at the mere thought. Oh god! What if he thought that her inviting him back was an invitation for something? Wasn't that what people her age were like these days?
No. No. Daisy stop it. Besides, James wasn't like that... or didn't seem like that kind of person. Damn, was she out of practice when it came to any form of... dating.
Daisy pulled into the driveway of her house, climbing out with her plastic bag soon after, before motioning for him to just pull up behind her. The driveway as long enough.
"So... this is me." She said awkwardly as she hovered on the driveway, fiddling with the bag as she began to try and push the events of that evening from her mind. That was also what the vodka was for if all else failed.
It was a cottage-like, one-bedroom house that she had purchased after saving for years and years. Not the mention the sum that Judy left behind for her that Daisy put toward her flower shop, some of the leftover went into the house. It had a kitchen, adjoining dining room, lounge, downstairs and upstairs bathroom (just upstairs with a bath/shower) while downstairs had a separate room with glass panel doors that led into garden where Daisy did her 'work'. The bedroom was upstairs.
Clearing her throat, Daisy head up to the front door to unlock it and venture in. "Make yourself at home," she told him over her shoulder, dropping her keys into the bowl on a table just to her side. The house was lightly coloured, with pastels and earthy shades. "Bathroom is just through there, if you need it," she motioned to a nearby door, "And the lounge is through there," she motioned to an archway. "I'll be right back... I'll just get us some glasses and a corkscrew for myself." She finally gave him a small smile, kicking off her brown boots and slipping through to the kitchen.
(Daisy's lounge - Daisy Hood Lounge Items (Brief Concept)
Daisy's date outfit - Daisy Hood Date Night Outfit )
But that wasn't the only thing she was overthinking.
How messy was her home? Did she leave any plants out in the lounge or the dining room or hallway? Did she put the laundry away? Oh god, what if she had dropped a pair of underwear on the floor without realizing? What would be more mortifying? A pair of her comfortable, granny-panties or some lace thong? Her cheeks flushed at the mere thought. Oh god! What if he thought that her inviting him back was an invitation for something? Wasn't that what people her age were like these days?
No. No. Daisy stop it. Besides, James wasn't like that... or didn't seem like that kind of person. Damn, was she out of practice when it came to any form of... dating.
Daisy pulled into the driveway of her house, climbing out with her plastic bag soon after, before motioning for him to just pull up behind her. The driveway as long enough.
"So... this is me." She said awkwardly as she hovered on the driveway, fiddling with the bag as she began to try and push the events of that evening from her mind. That was also what the vodka was for if all else failed.
It was a cottage-like, one-bedroom house that she had purchased after saving for years and years. Not the mention the sum that Judy left behind for her that Daisy put toward her flower shop, some of the leftover went into the house. It had a kitchen, adjoining dining room, lounge, downstairs and upstairs bathroom (just upstairs with a bath/shower) while downstairs had a separate room with glass panel doors that led into garden where Daisy did her 'work'. The bedroom was upstairs.
Clearing her throat, Daisy head up to the front door to unlock it and venture in. "Make yourself at home," she told him over her shoulder, dropping her keys into the bowl on a table just to her side. The house was lightly coloured, with pastels and earthy shades. "Bathroom is just through there, if you need it," she motioned to a nearby door, "And the lounge is through there," she motioned to an archway. "I'll be right back... I'll just get us some glasses and a corkscrew for myself." She finally gave him a small smile, kicking off her brown boots and slipping through to the kitchen.
(Daisy's lounge - Daisy Hood Lounge Items (Brief Concept)
Daisy's date outfit - Daisy Hood Date Night Outfit )