( Daisy is in trouble. Mostly because she chose to spend her day harassing the locals in various bars for information, hustling them at pool so they had to hand over their hard earned cash with quiet, and not so quiet, grumbling. When she finally decided to head off to the apartment building listed in her paperwork, everywhere was closed, locked up, quiet. What few stragglers were around ended up being people already settled in.

Her key doesn't work.

For a long moment she just tries jimmying it, in case there's something wrong with the lock, in case it's just stuck or stiff or anything that means she doesn't have the wrong key. When that doesn't work, Daisy lets out a long curse, pressing her forehead to the wood of the door. Her hand lifts, like she's half thinking of quaking the door open, before it drops again to hang by her side. )

Motherfucker.

( She turns when she hears footsteps behind her, unabashed despite everything. With a wry smile and a shrug, Daisy lets out a half laugh. ) Please tell me you're best buddies with a locksmith. Because if not I am totally fucked. ( She's slept in a van before. She can do this. She just wants to be dramatic. )

( Good Vibrations tempts her by just the name. Daisy catches it on her run - after her trip to the now open maintenance office to sort out her key situation - and she can't help but slow down long enough to peer inside. At first glance it doesn't look like much, in fact she is tricked into thinking it's a fancy hotel or a spa or something vanilla, and ultimately bland. A thought pulls at her though, a curiosity she's not very good at controlling, and without thinking too much about it, she's pushing inside. Her gaze instinctively goes to the chandelier, gut twisting even now she's several years away from being Skye. She doesn't belong here. She'll mess up the veneer just by breathing wrong.

And then her eyes drop to the shiny display cases full of a rainbow of sex toys and her grin is vicious and relieved. ) Huh. Guess this is my kind of place after all.

( She approaches the nearest, still smirking as she eyes up the various items on offer. While Daisy prefers a helping hand, she's not against a good solo mission. She doesn't look up when the door opens again, instead stoops to inspect something that is quite frankly massive and monstrous. Feet pause at her eyeline and she grins upwards, flirtatious and wicked. ) The Hulk ain't got nothing on this.

( Join her in this amazing adventure, friend. )

( Daisy eventually slips onto a stool at The Colonel's, exhausted but fairly pleased with her day. She may or may not have shopping bags that come from her new favourite store at her feet, may or may not be tempted into a talk about the logo and therefore the things she's acquired. But for now she just leans her elbows on the bartop, scanning the various taps and labels before her.

Hunter would know which one to choose, she thinks with both a pang of sadness and a ridiculous rush of something fond. Instead of dwelling though, Daisy just turns to whoever's beside her, strikes up a conversation with ease. )

So, what's good?

( hit me up at athosing if you want to plot. )