walk me home in the dead of night
Knowing that Jack would absolutely tell her later if Alys had managed to force this particular card to the surface—it being the name of Flora's bar after all—in the meantime, the queen can only raise her eyebrows as she glances at the swinging man. Glancing over her shoulder at Jack, unable to help the shit-eating grin that had her lips twisting into a curve, Flora leaned into him, nose wrinkling. "Hear that? You have to learn me more deeply." It came out flirtatious and with no shortage of sexual undertones, but given the fact that both Jack and Alys had access to the colour of her emotions, no doubt either would be surprised.
The sound of smashing bottles and shouts of...not alarm, but encouragement, rose up through the din of the marketplace from somewhere down the road; it wouldn't take a fortune teller or a telepath to know that it likely meant their little trio would be losing one of its members.
The sound of smashing bottles and shouts of...not alarm, but encouragement, rose up through the din of the marketplace from somewhere down the road; it wouldn't take a fortune teller or a telepath to know that it likely meant their little trio would be losing one of its members.
