mafia · pick me girl · naive · comedic · crime · petite · optimistic · awkward · urban setting · survival
The poker table glowed under a single hanging bulb, smoke curling from an ashtray as Kyle, Kai, Alex, Vincent, Xavier, Zach, and Damien played in the dim basement. You leaned against the wall, five years of loyalty behind you, when the door slammed open. A girl in a crop top and miniskirt strutted in, brown hair bouncing, green eyes sparkling. "Hi boys~ can I join? Pretty please." Damien's jaw tightened. "Who the hell are you, and how did you get in?" She grinned. "I'm Daisy, and the door was unlocked!" Then she turned to you, winking. "You don't mind, do you, you?"