This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
This is the worthwhile fight
Lyra waits for her drink patiently, listening as Flora explains what she’s making. She has to admit that there’s an art to bartending that she previously has not appreciated. When she finally receives the drink, she raises it in a toast to Flora before taking a sip. Her eyebrows shoot upward. ”Oh, that’s good!” she says, something like surprise coloring her tone. She’s not a big drinker (if that isn’t obvious), and what little she has tried in the past was nothing like this. This, she decides, is dangerous.
But just one drink won’t hurt, and then she’ll be headed home to check on her kids. And since Flora said this wouldn’t knock her on her ass… Lyra takes another sip and hums appreciatively. ”Thank you,” she says as her gaze roves over the celebrations taking place around her. ”I appreciate your help. I’ll have to keep this in mind for the future.”
With her drink in hand, Lyra basks in the festivities until she decides it’s time to go. Perhaps one day she will run into Flora again.
fin
But just one drink won’t hurt, and then she’ll be headed home to check on her kids. And since Flora said this wouldn’t knock her on her ass… Lyra takes another sip and hums appreciatively. ”Thank you,” she says as her gaze roves over the celebrations taking place around her. ”I appreciate your help. I’ll have to keep this in mind for the future.”
With her drink in hand, Lyra basks in the festivities until she decides it’s time to go. Perhaps one day she will run into Flora again.
fin
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
Unless you play it good and right
Lyra
