flora
'You're meant to sing, silly!" Flora chuckles, watching the lanky ancient slip off of the bar and yank the Maverick from his seat. Well, that was certainly one way to turn around a bad mood.
Snickering, the queen brought over a bottle of whiskey—fuck your sambuca, Danta—and perched on the edge of the table that the Maverick had been at. No doubt Asta would have to nudge a few tables out of the way if he really wanted to be able to move around, but he was more than capable of setting things up the way he wanted, of that she had no doubt.
"Dance, Danta!" The queen calls, clapping her hands together. Much as she'd have preferred Asta's attention on her, certainly nothing brought the night down like a sad drunk, and so she was more than willing to concede the butcher's affections if it meant not derailing their evening.
Snickering, the queen brought over a bottle of whiskey—fuck your sambuca, Danta—and perched on the edge of the table that the Maverick had been at. No doubt Asta would have to nudge a few tables out of the way if he really wanted to be able to move around, but he was more than capable of setting things up the way he wanted, of that she had no doubt.
"Dance, Danta!" The queen calls, clapping her hands together. Much as she'd have preferred Asta's attention on her, certainly nothing brought the night down like a sad drunk, and so she was more than willing to concede the butcher's affections if it meant not derailing their evening.
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
Me and karma vibe like that
