Loser. With a slow, understanding nod, eyebrows raised and eyes wide with absolute fucking interest, Daisy decided that was about where that conversation should come to a swift end. If Coulson was looking for someone easy to laugh over his stupid life he was going to get some other unlucky idiot really drunk. Unfortunately, Daisy only got as far as depositing her cup on the refreshment table and turning to leave him to the cheese before she was struck with the distinct sense of holy fucking shit hurtling toward the solid fucking ground.
It occurred to her that her feet were supposed to be firmly planted on the ground, but that thought was fleeting at best and absolutely useless in reality. Instinctively, she flailed her arms and gave an alien sounding squeak of surprise and distress for the situation no-fucking-body could have been prepared for, and perhaps her sanity which had given way to a constant stream of ohfuckohfuckohfuck.