i'd wipe the dirt off your name with the shirt off my back
Flora's grin sharpens at Noe's response, pleased both by the enthusiasm and by the fact that, at least for now, she doesn't seem to be getting the cold shoulder for whatever happened with Koa. Lifting her own drink in a lazy, approving toast, she tips it back for a quick sip before humming in amusement.
"Good answer," she says, the firelight catching in her aqua eyes as she gives Noe an appraising once-over, head tilting just slightly. "But if you think you can give me a run for my money, babe, you might want to pace yourself." There's a teasing lilt to her voice, but the challenge is real, glinting wickedly behind her smirk.
Flora doesn't do half-measures, not in anything, and certainly not when it comes to a night like this. If Noe wants to play, she'll play.
Taking a step back, she gestures loosely toward the fire-lit chaos of the beach, the pulse of music, the laughter and drunken revelry spilling into the night. "Pick your poison." She arches a brow, lips curling with delight. "You wanna drink? Dance? Gamble? Or are we just seeing who can make the worst decisions before sunrise?"
"Good answer," she says, the firelight catching in her aqua eyes as she gives Noe an appraising once-over, head tilting just slightly. "But if you think you can give me a run for my money, babe, you might want to pace yourself." There's a teasing lilt to her voice, but the challenge is real, glinting wickedly behind her smirk.
Flora doesn't do half-measures, not in anything, and certainly not when it comes to a night like this. If Noe wants to play, she'll play.
Taking a step back, she gestures loosely toward the fire-lit chaos of the beach, the pulse of music, the laughter and drunken revelry spilling into the night. "Pick your poison." She arches a brow, lips curling with delight. "You wanna drink? Dance? Gamble? Or are we just seeing who can make the worst decisions before sunrise?"
