i'd wipe the dirt off your name with the shirt off my back
"Babe!" The sound of Jack's voice has motes of light dancing through Flora's thoughts, briefly illuminating the dark gouges that cut cleanly through right down to the bedrock of her mind. "I was just on my way to see you." she purrs, blinking slowly as if trying to push the sluggish fog from her thoughts. Her hand reaches for him, fingers grazing his arm with the kind of clumsy affection that only comes with (way) too much liquor. "I just needed... y’know, to feel better first. And that guy—" Her gaze drifts back toward the door, though the stranger is long gone by now, leaving only a faint trail of blood that Flora entirely misses. Puckering out her lower lip, she turns her aqua stare back to the captain. "Oh but...he said he could make the room stop spinning." She protests weakly before the furious blue of Jack's eyes succeeds in fixing the room in place, if only temporarily.
Flora's body sways slightly as she tries to straighten up from where the stranger had been pinning her against the bar, though it’s less effective than she’d like. "Hey everybody, look! It's my boyfriend!" The Doubletake calls out to the bar at large, her voice bright with golden delight; while not a single godsdamn person at this hour cares, given who it is making the announcement (and who it's about), there are a few drinks raised in recognition of Jack's arrival.
Looping her arms sloppily around the captain's neck, even as she carelessly slouches against him, her fingers curl tightly against his collar as if he was the only thing tethering her to solid ground; the only thing keeping her from being whisked away again. "You look so hot when you do that thing with your eyebrows." She sings. That thing being the unimpressed scowl that has his dark brows nearly bordering the blue of his eyes and making them appear all the sharper for it.
Flora's body sways slightly as she tries to straighten up from where the stranger had been pinning her against the bar, though it’s less effective than she’d like. "Hey everybody, look! It's my boyfriend!" The Doubletake calls out to the bar at large, her voice bright with golden delight; while not a single godsdamn person at this hour cares, given who it is making the announcement (and who it's about), there are a few drinks raised in recognition of Jack's arrival.
Looping her arms sloppily around the captain's neck, even as she carelessly slouches against him, her fingers curl tightly against his collar as if he was the only thing tethering her to solid ground; the only thing keeping her from being whisked away again. "You look so hot when you do that thing with your eyebrows." She sings. That thing being the unimpressed scowl that has his dark brows nearly bordering the blue of his eyes and making them appear all the sharper for it.
