About Four Months Later..
"Thanks for coming with me, Daisy. I tried getting Ames to come with me but she hates stuff like this. You know her. I know you hate them too, but try not to snore too loud." Nicole glanced over toward the slightly shorter blonde beside her as she waved the pair of tickets in front of her. The brunette wasn't exactly fond of the idea of spending a Saturday night at some boring play. She hadn't managed to get a weekend off in so long that she can't even remember the last time. She wanted to relax at home for a bit but no, Trish had to drag her here because her girlfriend didn't want to go. "I'll remember this for next time she wants me to go to one of those stupid concerts."
"Are you two fighting again?" Daisy asked as Trish merely folded her arms across her chest and pouted beside her. That was definitely a yes in the brunette's eyes. "Why can't you two ever just talk things out?" Trish and her girlfriend, Amy, had been together on and off for three years now. There were one of the cutest couples that the brunette had ever seen whenever they weren't butting heads. She was always so envious of their love, she always wanted something so pure. Daisy never was that lucky and instead decided to not chase love, if it happens.. it will.
"Because she's just so stubborn.. ugh, I can never get anything to sink into her thick skull!" Patricia ranted for a short second before looking over at Daisy and her dead panned expression. "What?" These two were polar opposites of one another. Amy was that rebellious, punk rock girl and Trish was captain of the cheerleading squad in high school. For the longest time, the pair despised each other and after a while, they figured out that they were only fighting against the truth. One thing that they shared in common was their damn stubbornness, and when the couple fight, it's practically a war zone. Love always shines through and that's all that matters.
"Maybe you should listen to her as well, both of you need to listen to each other. Relationships thrive on communication."
'Says the single woman..' The blonde let out a sigh and nodded her head in understanding. She knew that she was a little stubborn; okay a little is an understatement. That was why Daisy was her and Amy's best friend, the brunette was the third wheel that helped make sure they didn't kill each other. "I think you are just saying that because you want a little TNA."
"I can not deny or confirm said allegations." The younger woman spoke nonchalantly with a shrug of her shoulders as Trish narrowed her brown orbs at her. She wasn't going to admit anything out loud, she wasn't drunk for that. The blonde was definitely a bombshell but Daisy would never disrespect and betray her best friend like that. It almost happened once whenever the drunk blonde straddled the dancer, and Daisy snapped her out of it. It was at that moment that Amy and Daisy can never share the same hair color again. Red hasn't been a color that the brunette has done since.
"I… I can't with you. Let's get inside before it starts." The blonde fitness instructor wasn't going to try to argue with Daisy and her thought process. Knowing her, the brunette was probably just doing this to get under her skin. It always works though. Her and Amy were so similar. She merely grabbed the taller woman's hand and lead her into the theatre.
It was already jammed packed. The brunette looked around to see people walking around, her expression turned into a scowl. Daisy couldn't understand why Trish practically forced her into one of Amy's dresses. "Trish.."
"Yeah?"
"Look around us." The blonde did what she was told and looked around only to not figure out what Daisy was wanting her to see. Trish shrugged her shoulders at the brunette as Daisy sighed loudly. "We are the only idiots dressed like this!"
"My bad." Daisy blinked a couple times as the blonde grinned and started leading her in the direction toward their destination. Why does she even listen to Patricia at this point? Arriving in the area they needed to be in, the brunette's hazel eyes instantly started looking around to marvel at the beautiful interior. Looking up, the first thing that she laid her eyes on was the massive light in the middle. At this angle, it looks like a snowflake, obviously that's not what it's suppose to be. The complex design of the tiles with a mixture of glass that allows the moonlight to come in. The chairs were a bright red color which went well with the almost maroonish color of the curtain on the stage. "Woah this is so pretty. Come on, let's get our seats." There were two floors that divided the seats and the pair were on the bottom floor so they were going to have decent seats. Each floor had five sections that divided the massive amount of chairs. Daisy pondered for a moment, wondering how many people could sit in here. "You know, you look pretty hot with clothes on." Trish teased getting the brunette's attention as the blonde sat in her seat. "That dress suits you."
"Had to make a quick jab at my profession, huh Patricia." Daisy had to agree with her bestie on this one, she actually adored how she looked in the dress. Even though, she didn't have to wear the fucking thing. Naturally Ames looked way better in it but that was merely Nicole's opinion. The dress was red in it's color, and trailed down way past the brunette's feet. Lucky for her high heels weren't an issue. She wore the necklace that the redhead wears with the red dress, it was a collective of red gemstones that sparkle just right in the light. The gemstones almost made an upside down triangle and went along with the dress perfectly. The patterns throughout the dress gave it an almost a see-through look. The dress also exposed the perfect amount of cleavage without being too much for a night like this. "You are showing some goods too, I see."
"Pervert, stop looking at my boobs." The blonde sassed as Daisy couldn't resist rolling her eyes at the comment. Trish was wearing a baby blue dress that went all the way past her feet as well. It was strapless unlike the brunette's dress, throughout the design there were silver sequins that made it shine. That dress was perfect for someone as stunning as Trish Stratus.
"But they are just there though, I can't help it. You should be used to it by now."
"Y-You.. I swear that you and Amy were cut from the same cloth. It scares me." A pink hue appeared across the older blonde's face as she turned her head to look away from the dancer. The behavior amused Daisy knowing that she could still annoy Trish like that even though she didn't do anything wrong. Nothing wrong with admiring the female body, Patricia just happens to have a very nice one. The pair sat in silence for about a minute or so before engaging in small talk about various things. Trish would show the brunette all the cute photos and videos that she had gotten of Kenz, which is their dog that her girlfriend adopted several years ago. That lasted for about thirty minutes or so until the play started.
The beginning was unbearable for the brunette as she sighed, leaning her elbow on the arm of the chair. She hated stuff like this, it would probably never appeal to her. Daisy wondered how long it would take for her to pass out of boredom. A nap sounded good right now to the young dancer. She would occasionally open her eyes to see what was going on, but one woman in particular caught her attention. Everything about the character she was portraying screamed mysterious. The way that she talked in a slightly accented voice seemed familiar but Nicole couldn't pinpoint where she had heard it before. The fact the woman had a masquerade mask covering her face so the one feature that Daisy could see clearly was her piercing blue eyes. Her outfit was gorgeous, kind of medieval looking in nature, but the dancer had no idea what this play was about. The mask was black with a thick gold outline and random patterns throughout, massive black feathers stuck out on the right side. In the center of the chest was a gold and silver insignia that Daisy couldn't figure out what it was. It reminded her of angel wings. The sleeves were long, and massive and see through, it was the same material for the gloves that the woman wore. Her nails painted a dark red. The sides of the short dress had a lot of floral patterns too. 'She's gorgeous..' The young dancer was completely drawn in to this woman not even having seen her face. The actress was absolutely gorgeous to her. It was completely out of character for Nicole to be so infatuated with someone like this but here she was. Her heart would only started to beat faster everytime the woman would face in her general direction. Her voice hypnotized the young brunette, even though she hadn't the slightest idea what was going on. She listened. She admired the woman's performance and how she delivered every line to perfection. It made this play so much more bearable.
Daisy was never one to crush on a stranger with a first glance but this actress was holding onto her heart at this moment. The woman turned to face the audience and the brunette's heart skipped a couple beats. It felt a whole lot warmer all of a sudden, those beautiful blue eyes.. It was almost like staring straight at her. She rested her head in her hand and felt the hotness of her cheeks. She was blushing like an idiot and the brunette couldn't let Trish see her like that.
The dancer wouldn't hear the end of it. What started to feel like an eternity went by so fast and before Daisy knew it, the play was over. Her heart ached to see that actress again just for a little longer. She didn't like feeling this way, she could hardly understand it herself. "I am astonished that you didn't fall asleep. You looked like you were enjoying it."
"It wasn't that bad." It was all that the brunette could really say as the pair started to follow the crowd and leave the auditorium. Her hazel eyes would occasionally be searching in hopes of seeing the actress again however that wasn't going to happen. She needed to know her name, and drag Trish out to any plays that she's in.
"I am going to go call Amy, I am going to step outside. Want to come with?"
"Nah, you go have phone sex. I will just chill here." Daisy smirked, giving the blonde a nudge while Trish just stared at her with narrowed eyes. The brunette knew that wasn't what Patricia meant, but once again, she got underneath the blonde's skin. Trish parted her lips to speak but instead decided against it and walked toward the front entrance of the theatre. Once the blonde disappeared from her site, Daisy was going to continue her mission and search for the mystery woman that has her heart hostage. That didn't go according to plan because the brunette spun around and immediately bumped into somehow else. "Oh shit, my ba-" Nicole started to apologize but couldn't complete the sentence realizing who was in front of her. 'What are the odds of this?' Her thoughts raced along with her beating heart as she was face to face with the woman she was hunting for, still in the same outfit. That face was so familiar now that the dancer at seen her without the mask on. It had been quite some time since she had laid eyes on the woman, she hadn't seen her since that night.
"Mistress? Fancy seeing you here." The woman spoke referring to the brunette as the only name she had been introduced by.
Nicole blinked a couple times almost in shock that the woman had remembered her from that night like she did her. 'She.. She remembers me.' The dancer had this feeling surface in her gut. It was something that she hated to feel.. nervousness.. anxious. One woman was all that it took for someone like her to crumble. Daisy wanted to understand why. Why her? "Katarina, you can call me, Daisy. I am not at work." Kat flashed a smile at the brunette. She had a perfect smile, the dancer didn't get to see it much that night at the club. "Yo-You were great tonight, I had no idea that you were an actress." She couldn't believe how idiotic she had sounded, the brunette never had any trouble conversing with a pretty woman. What made Kat so different?
"Daisy. I will remember that, and thank you, love. That.. that means a lot." The brunette really liked how her name sounded in that accented voice. She couldn't get a read on Katarina, her body language was about the same as her own. Was she flirting with her? Daisy had never been called 'love' before. "You look stunning tonight, even if it's a little.. overdressed for such an occasion."
"Yeah, um.. my friend practically forced me into this thing." Daisy wanted to run away now, she was making an complete fool of herself. This wasn't her, never. Her job basically had her flirting with any customer that laid eyes on her, man or woman, it didn't matter. A pinkish hue appeared across her cheeks as she chuckled slightly. "I am going to kill her later.. But, you look beautiful too hun, you captivated that audience tonight."
Katarina grinned softly almost shyly as a less subtle blush appeared on the paler woman's skin. The dancer noticed the blush and mentally grinned to herself, she was getting somewhere. The blue eyed actress looked directly at Daisy's face and looked away slightly once again. "Th-"
"Oi, I finally found you Kitty Kat!" A voice that Nicole had never heard before shouted as Kat rolled her eyes almost sarcastically. That was a sign that Katarina knew exactly who the owner of the voice was. It was a woman with medium length, black hair and the dancer had no idea who this woman was. She could only assume that they were friends. "I had been lookin' everywhere fer ya." The shorter woman turned to be face to face with Daisy for the first time, she seemed to be an extremely curious woman. Her eyes were exploring the brunette's body and Nicole wasn't exactly sure how to feel about this bold behavior. The gothic woman nodded her head briefly before turning her attention over toward Kat. She grinned, poking the slightly taller woman's cheek beside her. "Warten Sie eine Sekunde, Kat, werden Sie rot? (Wait a second Kat, are you blushing?)"
"Seien Sie nicht lächerlich, Daffney, Sie sehen Dinge. (Don't be ridiculous Daffney, you are seeing things.)" Katarina spoke back in a language that Daisy had no idea what it was. She wasn't going to deny that it sounded hot but she was curious about what they were talking about.
"Du bist so ein schlechter Lügner. Du magst sie, nicht- (You are such a bad liar. You like her, don't-)" Daffney waved her arms in an exaggerated motion until Katarina stopped her from speaking my stomping down on her foot. Daisy was confused by the action of the actress but it still amused her. It got her to let out a chuckle and that was enough to get Kat's eyes to glance back over at her. "Bloody hell, Kitty Kat, you didn't have to do that."
"Ignore her. Daffney tends to talk a little crazy at times."
"Mach dir keine Sorgen, ich nehme deinen Snack nicht von dir. Sie ist hübsch, du hast einen guten Geschmack. Ich hätte nie gedacht, dass ich den Tag sehen würde, an dem Sie Romantik verfolgen würden. (Don't worry, I am not going to take your snack from you. She's pretty, you have good taste. I never thought I would see the day that you would pursue romance.)" The woman known as Daffney spoke again which didn't help because Daisy couldn't understand what language they were speaking.
Katarina looked over to her best friend in a shocked demeanor and once again, her cheeks flushed in a pink hue. "Fucking hell."
"I have never heard swear words sounds so sexy in my entire life." The dancer mumbled barely loud enough for the duo to hear. Daffney grinned nonchalantly looking over toward her best friend that smiled at the compliment.
"Daisy, there are you!" The brunette mentally facepalmed upon forgetting for a few minutes that she wasn't here alone. Trish made way over toward the three women with a smile that could mean many things. She was hoping that the blonde would talk to her girlfriend for hours on end, she wanted more time with Kat. If her friend wasn't around, she could have gotten to know her; she's still a mystery to her. A mystery that Daisy eagerly wants to solve. "Are you ready to go?" The blonde once again spoke excitedly, her hand grabbing onto the brunette's.
"I suppose that we should depart and head home as well." That made Daisy's heart break knowing that it was Katarina that said that. "I.. I'll see you around, love."
"Yeah." That was the last thing that Daisy had said before she followed behind her company for the night. Her eyes would occasionally glance back to see that both of the women had disappeared from her sight. Kat was gone once again and it hurt her in ways that she couldn't describe. It was nothing but pure luck that she happened to be here tonight. Maybe it wasn't luck, but perhaps something more than that. The brunette needed to remember to thank Trish for bringing her out tonight, if she would ever shut up about what her and Amy talked about. Fate. Daisy didn't want to believe in stuff like that but out of the tens of thousands of people in Hollywood. The pair were at the same place at the same time. This was definitely a one time thing, she made the mistake and didn't hit up Kat for her number. How was she suppose to get in contact with her? She was going to beat herself up forever for a blunder like that one, these are mistakes she normally would never make. 'I hope so..'