I'm not as think as you drunk I am

flora

Flora tries her best to keep her smile in place as Asta presents his cocktail, but it fades almost immediately as her gaze finds his. Would she ever look into his eyes the way she was now? Mere acquiantences did not track the strands of gold or ochre in each other's eyes, didn't measure their amusement by the number of laugh lines by their lips, didn't know how much pressure it took for their teeth to break their skin. Perhaps she should have slipped from the bar and pressed herself against him for one last hug, if only to feel his arms around her the way she had before, only...she'd started this, and she was going to see it through.

Reaching out for him, with Flora perched on the bar for once she's the one with the advantage of height, which was probably for the best if only because she could partially block Danta from view. Leaning forward the queen smoothes her palms against the butcher's cheeks, spreading her knees if only to draw him closeer but not close. Not against her. A smile tugs at one corner of her mouth, though it doesn't reach her eyes despite how they sparkle and dance thanks to the alcohol still bright and reckless in her system.

"Asta..." Her thumbs softly smooth down the skin beside his nose and above his lips, pushing the course hair of his beard into place. "..do you love him?" Flora's tone is soft, gentle, as are her hands upon his skin. Her eyes though, her eyes seem to suggest that she already knows the answer, and gods though she'd be happy this time to have her bluff called, she doesn't think the butcher will.

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!