Daisy looked up at the ceiling, somehow managing to suppress a full-throated laugh but unable to keep a grin from parting her darkly painted lips. Honestly, sometimes she really did miss Vasco, just for moments like these. Hardly anything made her smile, let alone forget herself to the point where she actually laughed. It was only in these moments when she also forgot to care about the effect Vasco had on her, how he always found a way to undermine her control over herself. At least when he made a fool of himself she wasn’t really losing control. Just laughing at his expense.
But the moment only lasted as long as he choked. Once he recovered, he opened his stupid mouth and reminded her once again why he deserved every terrible thing she’d ever done to him. And everything she would continue to do.
The smirk fell from Daisy’s face at the word promotion – that was a sore spot and he knew it. Her nostrils flared briefly before her face settled back into a practiced expression of mild disinterest.
“Still working on it, thanks.” The coolness of her voice matched the look on her face, but there was a note of danger around the edges. He knew what would happen if he pushed her too far, and the more he talked, the less likely she was to care. If he pushed her to a fight like the last one they'd had, that was on him. He was the one who'd be stuck with the guilt for burning this rat's nest down, not her. No, if it came right down to it, it'd be her absolute pleasure.
“Funny.” Before thinking better of it, Daisy took the seat next to him, sitting outward on the stool and leaning back on the bar with her arms. “I didn’t think you cared anymore. I mean, since you're still so broken up about your little friend and all." Smirk returning, she tilted her head and watched her erstwhile twin closely. "How long has it been now? A few hundred drinks? A thousand?”