I'm not as think as you drunk I am

flora

"There he is!" Flora calls out as Asta swaggers into view, almost at precisely the same moment that Danta did. Almost like they both thought Asta was their boyfriend, such that it's with a bit of a frown that the queen mentally shrugs off Danta's comment. It wasn't flirting, it was just, you know, being funny, or whatever.

Winking at the butcher as he accepts the drink, Flora places her chin in her hand and crinkles her nose affectionately across the bar at Asta. Even as Danta speaks the queen doesn't pull her stare from the butcher immediately, not until he's saying something about outfits, and suddenly she's able blink away from the honey-dark hold of Asta's eyes. "As if I wouldn't dress the part." She scoffs lifting her chin. "But I want to be a cowgirl. With a lasso." Flora clarifies, grinning. "With two cowbells."

Sliding the bottle of sambuca back down to Danta, Flora mixes herself a drink—it's gin, honeycomb, and lavender—before pushing it toward Asta and fluttering her eyelashes at him (it has the room reeling, but it's worth it. Probably) as she reaches for one of his hands, his index finger specifically. Pressing it against the rim, she glances at him with a crooked smile. "Fire." She purrs, hoping for him to flambe the sugar she'd sprinkled on top.

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!