flora
Flora waggles her eyebrows at Jack as if there was something sexual about the way he'd said another deck to swab (which, if there had been, would only have been a reference to how laissez faire the captain was when it came to his sexual partners making it not the type of thing Flora should have found enticing, but here we are). Not thinking at all about the ages of the men currently helping her and only wanting to impress one and use the other, Flora shrugs at their chosen tasks and heads out to the patio with a broom in hand.
Immediately regretting her choice, Flora flags down a passerby with air magic and recruits them to help blow the sand away with promises of free drinks for a night. The bribe works, and soon the deck is clear and the Doubletake's palms are blister-free.
Returning inside, it's to a sparkling interior and a kitchen whose cleanliness she can smell. "Colour me impressed." She trills, beaming. Already she can see things as they will be, but of course there's a step or two to take care of before opening night.
"Ronin, did you bring the crate from Dad...?" Flora wonders; Remi had promised to put together an opening-night crate of his best and newest selection of gins and wines. 'Since our shelves are look pretttyyyy lonely." Indeed, Flora had thrown away the majority of what had been behind the bar. It had been so watered down over the years that it probably wasn't even alcoholic anymore. She'd salvaged what she could, but alas, it wasn't much at all.
"Mmmmm, Jack can you help me with something back here...?" Innocently said, Flora disappears through the kitchen and into the Back Room. Having never actually been back here a few times, it's upon the captain she relies to tell her what's what. "I plan on making good use of all this." She whispers. "But for now, let's just make it...let's just hide whatever needs to be hidden, and board-up whatever needs to be boarded incase someone comes wandering back here."
Ronin to unload the alcohol from Remi.
Jack and Flora to do back room things >.>
Immediately regretting her choice, Flora flags down a passerby with air magic and recruits them to help blow the sand away with promises of free drinks for a night. The bribe works, and soon the deck is clear and the Doubletake's palms are blister-free.
Returning inside, it's to a sparkling interior and a kitchen whose cleanliness she can smell. "Colour me impressed." She trills, beaming. Already she can see things as they will be, but of course there's a step or two to take care of before opening night.
"Ronin, did you bring the crate from Dad...?" Flora wonders; Remi had promised to put together an opening-night crate of his best and newest selection of gins and wines. 'Since our shelves are look pretttyyyy lonely." Indeed, Flora had thrown away the majority of what had been behind the bar. It had been so watered down over the years that it probably wasn't even alcoholic anymore. She'd salvaged what she could, but alas, it wasn't much at all.
"Mmmmm, Jack can you help me with something back here...?" Innocently said, Flora disappears through the kitchen and into the Back Room. Having never actually been back here a few times, it's upon the captain she relies to tell her what's what. "I plan on making good use of all this." She whispers. "But for now, let's just make it...let's just hide whatever needs to be hidden, and board-up whatever needs to be boarded incase someone comes wandering back here."
Ronin to unload the alcohol from Remi.
Jack and Flora to do back room things >.>
We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
