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Louise walked down the street, a little sway in her step as she held onto the gold chain strap of her bag, her Isabel Marant black trainers crunching the leaves beneath her feet with each step. It was a cold night, dark clouds hiding the moon from view leaving only the street lights to guide her home. Somehow, a 'quick drink after work' had turned into bar hopping through Hoxton and now it was two in the morning and she had to be in work in just a few hours. Opening the front gate she was rooting through her small bag for her keys when she heard a soft sniffling. "Who's there?!" she said quickly, rooting for her keys and turning the little torch on quickly, her heart racing only to stop when she saw the petite girl curled up on her doorstep. "Ugh. What the fuck are you doing here? What's - why? Why? I thought we were rid of you..." Louise murmured as she tried to step around the girl only to jump when she grabbed hold of her leg.
"I need to see Daisy - where is she?" Hayley murmured, wiping the tears from her face with one hand, sniffling softly as she turned to face her.
"I don't know? I haven't been in. Maybe she's at Eleanor's?" Louise said with a shrug of her shoulder. "None of your business any more anyway."
"I - you don't understand." Hayley said softly, her breath fogging in the cold night air. "We - I need to see her."
Louise's jaw clenched tightly and she let out a slow breath, the alcohol thankfully still keeping her warm as she reached down and grabbed Hayley by the arm and yanked her to stand. "No. Listen here girly..." Louise said as she pressed her up against the doorway. "You are the one who doesn't understand." Louise said, her eyes narrowing as she looked into Hayley's eyes, knowing they were usually such a nice colour of blue but in this dim light they looked completely black, almost demonic. Louise couldn't help but feel that it suited her better. "You need to stay the fuck away from my friend. You broke up with her - you're the one riding some poor boys dick now. You broke her heart and now you need to step the fuck off. When you were together? I had to be nice to you. I bit my tongue. Now?" Louise shook her head and shoved her out of the porch. "If I see you around here again?"
"What?" Hayley asked, her eyes narrowing. "What the fuck will you do you skinny bitch?" she asked softly. "I made a mistake okay? I need to get her back."
"Have you broken up with that boy?" Louise asked curiously, the cold air starting to chill her legs which were only covered by a pair of stockings and a muted leopard print skirt.
"No but -"
"But no buts. Fuck off and leave her alone. She deserves a lot better than you." Louise said with a sigh, shaking her head. "I feel sorry for you... you're blatantly a lezza and you just don't want to rock your family boat... but just leave Daisy out of it." Louise said and turned her back on Hayley, letting herself into the flat and closing the door after herself only to pointedly bolt the door behind her.
Daisy had never been to a gay club in her life. She hadn't avoided them per se, but had just never had an inclination to go. While a lot of her gay friends went there to meet other women, Daisy had always been lucky enough to meet partners in everyday situations and so had never needed to explore the queer arena in that way. She had come home mid week after spending the night at her best friends house only to have Louise accost her and beg her to go out with her that weekend in Soho. As usual Daisy worried over what to wear, wondering if there was some sort of dress code for these sorts of nights. Switching through a few different outfits she eventually slid on a pair of leather leggings, a thin white baggy t-shirt that slipped off of her shoulder and then a pair of high heels. It seemed a little less femme than she would normally go with but it was freezing outside so at least she wouldn't die of hypothermia.
Walking into the club Daisy looked around curiously, eyeing the different women there, realising for once she didn't have to wonder if an attractive woman was gay or straight.
"Oh my god that girl is fucking beautiful!" Louise said, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Why do you seem so surprised?" Daisy laughed as she made her way to the bar, getting them both a cocktail and smiling to herself when she saw the bar maid eyeing her up.
"Well... no offence... but lesbians are usually like..." Louise trailed off as her gaze was stolen by a petite red head walking through the club in just a tiny skirt and nipple pasties. "Wow... her body..."
"Are usually like?" Daisy pressed, ready to roll her eyes as she waited for the answer she knew was coming.
Louise snapped her eyes back to her and she shrugged. "I don't know. Gross? Manly? Like. Manly but without the dick so what's the point."