you look like my next mistake
"I was planning on it." Flora purrs over one shoulder. If one—or both—of her parents saw her getting sloppy in the corner booth, what of it? They'd traumatized her enough over the years, maybe it was time for a bit of payback.
Drawing in another sharp breath as Jack pulls her against him, the Doubletake arches her back as she tips her head against his shoulder, reaching up with one hand to tangle it into the captain's dark hair. "As long as it takes you to finish your whiskey." She answers, shrugging against him and leaving the choice up to him: would he down it one go? Or finish it impossibly slowly?
"Sit." Flora demanded, tossing her coat onto the opposite side of the booth before reaching for the table and tugging it back just a little. You know, just to make it easier for Jack to slide into. Before following him in, the Doubletake glanced around the room, meeting several eyes as she did so, before biting at her lower lip to stay her smile and turning back to the captain.
Sliding in after him, Flora would waste little time in finding her way back into his lap, taking advantage of her flexibility to allow herself to sink down entirely against him. Making absolutely no attempt to be subtle, she'd press her lips against his as she tangled a hand roughly into his hair.
Drawing in another sharp breath as Jack pulls her against him, the Doubletake arches her back as she tips her head against his shoulder, reaching up with one hand to tangle it into the captain's dark hair. "As long as it takes you to finish your whiskey." She answers, shrugging against him and leaving the choice up to him: would he down it one go? Or finish it impossibly slowly?
"Sit." Flora demanded, tossing her coat onto the opposite side of the booth before reaching for the table and tugging it back just a little. You know, just to make it easier for Jack to slide into. Before following him in, the Doubletake glanced around the room, meeting several eyes as she did so, before biting at her lower lip to stay her smile and turning back to the captain.
Sliding in after him, Flora would waste little time in finding her way back into his lap, taking advantage of her flexibility to allow herself to sink down entirely against him. Making absolutely no attempt to be subtle, she'd press her lips against his as she tangled a hand roughly into his hair.
