i'd wipe the dirt off your name with the shirt off my back
As Flora really hadn't intended on staying at the Hanged Man, she hadn't put on any makeup such that there are no mascara tears trekking down her cheeks to make her look even more of a mess than she already felt as Jack returns with the water. Suddenly thirsty beyond all measure, she greedily reaches out for it, and were it not for the fact that it was far too cold to drink quickly, she'd likely have vomited it back up within seconds.
Mashing her tongue against the roof of her mouth to ward off the brain freeze already setting in, Flora feels her body begin to tremble as the fountain water begins its work, detoxing the alcohol from her system. "Technically half of them are your clothes." She points out, eyeing the pair of Jack's grey sweatpants that she'd tugged on earlier. The smile she hazards his way immediately crumbles as her lower lip begins to tremble. Likely once she's done with her cup of water she won't be inclined to oscillate between smiling and sobbing quite so quickly, but for the moment it doesn't take a telepath to see that the tightrope of emotions she's walking is one she has no hope of staying balanced on.
Mashing her tongue against the roof of her mouth to ward off the brain freeze already setting in, Flora feels her body begin to tremble as the fountain water begins its work, detoxing the alcohol from her system. "Technically half of them are your clothes." She points out, eyeing the pair of Jack's grey sweatpants that she'd tugged on earlier. The smile she hazards his way immediately crumbles as her lower lip begins to tremble. Likely once she's done with her cup of water she won't be inclined to oscillate between smiling and sobbing quite so quickly, but for the moment it doesn't take a telepath to see that the tightrope of emotions she's walking is one she has no hope of staying balanced on.
