flora
Flora, who needed something to keep her mind off of the train wreck that was the last few days, just so happened to be the one serving drinks. Sure she was doing a fairly piss poor job of it—things were late or forgotten, orders messed up, drinks dropped—but it was her fucking bar so they could all just deal with it.
The fact that she wasn't charging anyone that evening helped considerably.
"Welllllll, guess that all depends for the vibe you're after." The queen hums, widening her aqua eyes suggestively. "These ones are good if you're just here for a good time but plan on going home solo—" She gestures on the menu to a list of fruity cocktails that had more sugar than alcohol. "These ones are for if you need liquid courage—" Flora continues, pointing to the whiskeys and dark rums. "And these are for when you want to just say fuck it and have a good time." Tapping at a group of cocktails she'd curated herself, Flora bounces her eyebrows.
"Or you just ask me to bring you a drink and I get you whatever I'm drinking." She adds with an easy laugh.
The fact that she wasn't charging anyone that evening helped considerably.
"Welllllll, guess that all depends for the vibe you're after." The queen hums, widening her aqua eyes suggestively. "These ones are good if you're just here for a good time but plan on going home solo—" She gestures on the menu to a list of fruity cocktails that had more sugar than alcohol. "These ones are for if you need liquid courage—" Flora continues, pointing to the whiskeys and dark rums. "And these are for when you want to just say fuck it and have a good time." Tapping at a group of cocktails she'd curated herself, Flora bounces her eyebrows.
"Or you just ask me to bring you a drink and I get you whatever I'm drinking." She adds with an easy laugh.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
