flora
Winking at the courier, Flora spins elegantly on her heel and begins to fix Tal his usual. If she perhaps has to bend down more than usual to find the ingredients, what of it? "You should get yourself a little cocktail cart for your ship." The queen suggested over one shoulder before she straightens and begins to reach for the things she actually needed.
Pouring, mixing, and then shaking, Flora sets down what might be called an old-fashioned in some places, but was known in the Hanged Man as a Halovian Night. "I bet that has something to do with whatever the Mathair did." Flora sasses right back. Leaning against the bar, she shrugs. "Deimos sent me a letter all mad about it." Which, based on the way her lips pursed together, Flora seemed to have taken on the chin well enough. "But I mean, it certainly seems like everything worked out just fine, huh?" Speaking of. Raising her eyebrows, the Doubletake drums her fingers suggestively on the counter.
Pouring, mixing, and then shaking, Flora sets down what might be called an old-fashioned in some places, but was known in the Hanged Man as a Halovian Night. "I bet that has something to do with whatever the Mathair did." Flora sasses right back. Leaning against the bar, she shrugs. "Deimos sent me a letter all mad about it." Which, based on the way her lips pursed together, Flora seemed to have taken on the chin well enough. "But I mean, it certainly seems like everything worked out just fine, huh?" Speaking of. Raising her eyebrows, the Doubletake drums her fingers suggestively on the counter.
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
Me and karma vibe like that
