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Fresh Off The Boat [Straight]

Fresh Off The Boat

Another sharp, brisk breeze sweeps through the fairground causing Daisy to shiver and hug her Coco closer to her body for some kind of warmth. Who'd have thought Australia would be this cold? Dammit, she should be fine with the cold-she does come from freakin' England, where there's like two days of summer and the rest is some kind of hellish turmoil. And yeah, maybe she came expecting the billboard advert of the 'land down under', with sparkling sunny beaches and smiley surfer people. And a little bit of sunshine after the hurricane that's swept throughout her life is something she could really use.

Between her parents' divorce, her flop at a relationship and the company she works (correction worked at) being taken over, this get away is supposed to be her R&R. Not her mope-around-and-build-a-better-Sims-life-than-your-own holiday. Of course, she has tried to get out of her funk. Thus her cheerful attendance at this festival thing that's going on.

Daisy wasn't too sold on it but she has to admit now that she's here, it kind of is nice. It's all Samoan themed with all these incredible food and drinks...and eye-candy. She's sure it's not just because she's some séxually deprived spinster that's turning her into a starving dog at a buffet because dear God! Any red-blooded, straight woman would be drooling and tripping over herself at the men lumbering around here. Many are built like Amazonian trees with rock hard bodies and towering height. Any woman compared to them, would feel like a petite delicate flower.

No, no, no.

Daisy shakes her head slightly trying to rid herself of those thoughts. No more, wallflower Daisy. Nope, she's going to be stronger now. She's finally going to grow that backbone her best friend Shay has been screaming at her to and stop letting people walk all over her. And if she's going to do that, then she can't be chasing after the first alpha male type guy she lands on.

Another few beautifully choreographed performances later and Daisy is getting tired. She promises herself one more...one more dance and then she's allowed to go back to her rented apartment and wallow in her failure as a functional human being in society.

Oh screw it-more wallow time it is.

She spins around, making her way back to call a taxi as she sips on her Coco and prays that frostbite does not take her toes. Feet are pretty gross in itself but that doesn't mean she wants to loose any of her precious toes. But this feeling definitely reminds her of back home. Back when she was in high school, waiting for the school bus, freezing her arse of in her school uniform.

Bam!

Daisy barely registers the large body slamming into the back of her before she's sent flying to the ground. Unlike in the movies, where some handsome stranger would be there to gracefully catch her; she actually does tumble to the ground in a sprawling heap with her drink flying everywhere.
There's laughter from behind her, presumably by the ape that's just body-checked her, before he mutters some sort of apology and leaves.
Great, just great.
She wants to just burst into tears but in a public place like this, that would be the fúcking cherry on top. God, could this day get any worse? With a frustrated sigh, Daisy picks up her now, empty cup and presses her palms into the sodden Earth as she slowly starts to rise.

Suddenly there's a large, calloused palm stuck straight in front of her. She glances at it for a moment before lifting herself up. Being 5 foot 5 inches, it's not a hard task since she doesn't exactly have a long way to go to straighten up, but it still requires some effort.

Even with her straightening, she only comes to the man's mid-torso and despite that, Daisy admits it's a mighty fine torso. Her eyes travel from the bottom of his thick thighs as strong as tree trunks, all the way up his wide, solid shoulder to his chiselled strong face. Yep. Definitely one of the locals. Or rather, more local than her.