marked me like a bloodstain
"Yep." Flora snaps defiantly, her eyebrows raised even as tears continue to trickle down her cheeks. "Why, jealous?" She says snippily, before her lip curls into a little snarl and she gives her head a shake; no, of course he wasn't. That wasn't their arrangement.
"You don't get to tell me what to do, Jack." Her cheeks and chest flush with enough heat that it looks like there's blood smeared on them again, and now that the captain had managed to turn the tide of her sadness into anger, the queen is a touch breathless with sudden fury. "What's this, words of wisdom from good old captain Jack? As if you've never gone looking for something between someone else's legs when you know it isn't there." She was sure she had and wouldn't have been surprised at all to find her name on just such a roster.
"Besides, it's my bar." Flora adds hotly as if somehow that was the final nail in the coffin. Reaching for her bag, the bottle of wine clinking against the other bits and bobs inside, she slings it over her arm. "And I'm the Queen of fucking Torchline. I can do what I fucking want."
"You don't get to tell me what to do, Jack." Her cheeks and chest flush with enough heat that it looks like there's blood smeared on them again, and now that the captain had managed to turn the tide of her sadness into anger, the queen is a touch breathless with sudden fury. "What's this, words of wisdom from good old captain Jack? As if you've never gone looking for something between someone else's legs when you know it isn't there." She was sure she had and wouldn't have been surprised at all to find her name on just such a roster.
"Besides, it's my bar." Flora adds hotly as if somehow that was the final nail in the coffin. Reaching for her bag, the bottle of wine clinking against the other bits and bobs inside, she slings it over her arm. "And I'm the Queen of fucking Torchline. I can do what I fucking want."
