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JACK

"You were robbin' him blind, Flora," Jack says through a laugh that has the audacity to sound boyish in the privacy of his cabin and with enough liquor flowing between them. "Don't be too proud of yourself, though. Enough beer in him an' Bassian'll take his clothes off regardless. Ain't even a sex thing - I reckon he just likes bein' naked." Shrugging - because the captain is the last person to yuck anybody's yum, he settles in his seat and leans back to cradle his glass in his hands as she approaches the wardrobe.

"As if I'd trust you with my laundry," he quips with a wicked smile, before falling quiet in time for her to peek inside. Within, Flora will find a garment that's the epitome of one of these things is not like the others, given that it's a gown rather than the captain's selection of shirts and waistcoats. Delicate white lace threaded with impossibly fine strands of silver material, the dress is clearly intended to drape around Flora, its sheer nature revealing her curves beneath effortlessly.

Like a whitecap cresting beneath the stars, the garment will shimmer and shift even in the dim light should Flora choose to draw it out. "It's my party, so I can do that if I want as well," Jack informs her, of being the one to gift her something rather than the other way around.

sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places
(what the fuck is it doing between your teeth?)

Code stolen from Queen Sky