flora
"Yeah, sounds about right," Flora says with a smirk. "The sneaking out part, at least. The hangovers... eh, maybe less so. I was more of a power through the pain kinda girl." A wink, as if to suggest that maybe she still is.
But when Lyra shifts gears, asking for a recommendation, Flora's smirk tilts toward something genuinely pleased. "Oh, finally, something I can actually help with," she teases, drumming her fingers against the counter before turning toward the shelf behind her, scanning the selection. "Alright, so, you don’t want to get wasted, but you also don’t want to just sip at water all night like some kind of tragic cautionary tale." She taps a finger against her chin, considering.
After a moment, she reaches for a bottle of something golden-hued, pouring a measure of it into a glass before grabbing a second bottle—this one a deep, ruby red. "This," she hums, swirling the first liquid in the glass, "is honeyed whiskey. Smooth, a little sweet, won’t knock you on your ass unless you really go for it." Then, she lifts the second bottle. "And this is spiced mulberry cordial. Gives it a little bit of a kick, but keeps it from being just whiskey, you know?" With an easy, practiced grace, she pours a splash of the cordial over the whiskey, watching the way the red bleeds through the gold before nudging the drink toward Lyra with a satisfied grin.
But when Lyra shifts gears, asking for a recommendation, Flora's smirk tilts toward something genuinely pleased. "Oh, finally, something I can actually help with," she teases, drumming her fingers against the counter before turning toward the shelf behind her, scanning the selection. "Alright, so, you don’t want to get wasted, but you also don’t want to just sip at water all night like some kind of tragic cautionary tale." She taps a finger against her chin, considering.
After a moment, she reaches for a bottle of something golden-hued, pouring a measure of it into a glass before grabbing a second bottle—this one a deep, ruby red. "This," she hums, swirling the first liquid in the glass, "is honeyed whiskey. Smooth, a little sweet, won’t knock you on your ass unless you really go for it." Then, she lifts the second bottle. "And this is spiced mulberry cordial. Gives it a little bit of a kick, but keeps it from being just whiskey, you know?" With an easy, practiced grace, she pours a splash of the cordial over the whiskey, watching the way the red bleeds through the gold before nudging the drink toward Lyra with a satisfied grin.
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
Me and karma vibe like that
