it's just a bloodstain

marked me like a bloodstain

Flora doesn't mind the clumsiness of the fingers that grasp at her ass, or even the way it doesn't take a mind reader to know the sorts of lurid thoughts that have been on repeat inside of Tall Man's mind since she'd grabbed his hand and whispered her invitation against his ear. In fact, it's exactly what she wanted; the sex would be easy and good for at least one of them, and in turn, Flora would spend the night in the arms of someone who actually wanted her there even if it was only superficially.

"Yeah, it is." Flora hisses under her breath as Jack emerges catlike from the shadows. Because at the end of the day, even some drunken nobody could give the queen what the captain couldn't, and boo fucking hoo if that hurt his godsdamn ego. She knew who he was with every step that he ran to her so she wouldn't hold it against him that he was too much of a callous bastard to be capable of genuine affection, but nor was she in any sort of position that evening to be able to endure laying in the captain's curated grasp knowing that he'd have his teeth mentally clenched every second of it, blocking her out with a roll of his eyes when her thoughts turned too blue or too dark.

Despite his state of inebriation, Tall Man draws up slightly as Jack appears, his eyes flitting from the queen to the captain and then back again. "Er—" Wisely his fingers move from Flora's ass, dropping by his side as he offered the captain a little wave with his other hand. "Evenin' Jack." He murmurs, before grinning. "We was just.." Lifting his eyebrows his grin turns crooked as he inclines his head to the nearby sprawl of houses.