Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Don't worry about it Kaisel. Maybe you see now why Jack left; why it's so easy to lose faith and trust in the queen.
Flora watches from the kitchen doorway, biting her lower lip so hard it hurts, desperately trying to stifle her laughter as Kaisel's theatrics ripple through the bar. His hand gestures alone deserve an award—grandiose flourishes that would put Torchline’s most dramatic actors to shame. For half a heartbeat, she worries he might push it too far, that his glorious exaggeration might tip the scales from convincing into absolutely absurd, but the sheer force of his charisma keeps everyone hanging onto his every ridiculous word.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself—and failing miserably—Flora steps fully into the bar, leaning casually against the counter beside Kaisel. Her eyes glitter with mischief, lips curved into a deceptively sweet smile as she sweeps an exaggeratedly judgmental glance across her very bewildered staff. "And really, everyone, it's not that I don't appreciate your creative cost-cutting measures," she drawls playfully, eyes sparkling as she pretends to scrutinize each bartender, each server. "But if someone’s licking the rims clean and putting them back, then we might have to consider some changes in staffing, no?"
One of the newer bartenders stammers a flustered denial, looking horrified. Flora lets him twist for a moment longer before her composure cracks entirely and she dissolves into laughter. "Oh, my gods—your faces! Relax, you're all safe. Kaisel’s just being dramatic," she says with an affectionate shove at the dragoon’s shoulder. "What else is new?"
Her staff exchange confused glances, and the bartender still looks utterly baffled, but Flora just waves them off with an easy grin as she offers out two new bowls to be used instead. If the staff notice the faint bluish tinge, none of them mention it. "Carry on," she says airily, giving Kaisel a playful look from beneath lowered lashes. Then, lowering her voice so only he can hear, she leans in and whispers, "Come on, before they realize it was all a setup." She snags his wrist lightly, tugging him out from behind the bar to head back toward their former booth to watch the chaos unfold.
Flora watches from the kitchen doorway, biting her lower lip so hard it hurts, desperately trying to stifle her laughter as Kaisel's theatrics ripple through the bar. His hand gestures alone deserve an award—grandiose flourishes that would put Torchline’s most dramatic actors to shame. For half a heartbeat, she worries he might push it too far, that his glorious exaggeration might tip the scales from convincing into absolutely absurd, but the sheer force of his charisma keeps everyone hanging onto his every ridiculous word.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself—and failing miserably—Flora steps fully into the bar, leaning casually against the counter beside Kaisel. Her eyes glitter with mischief, lips curved into a deceptively sweet smile as she sweeps an exaggeratedly judgmental glance across her very bewildered staff. "And really, everyone, it's not that I don't appreciate your creative cost-cutting measures," she drawls playfully, eyes sparkling as she pretends to scrutinize each bartender, each server. "But if someone’s licking the rims clean and putting them back, then we might have to consider some changes in staffing, no?"
One of the newer bartenders stammers a flustered denial, looking horrified. Flora lets him twist for a moment longer before her composure cracks entirely and she dissolves into laughter. "Oh, my gods—your faces! Relax, you're all safe. Kaisel’s just being dramatic," she says with an affectionate shove at the dragoon’s shoulder. "What else is new?"
Her staff exchange confused glances, and the bartender still looks utterly baffled, but Flora just waves them off with an easy grin as she offers out two new bowls to be used instead. If the staff notice the faint bluish tinge, none of them mention it. "Carry on," she says airily, giving Kaisel a playful look from beneath lowered lashes. Then, lowering her voice so only he can hear, she leans in and whispers, "Come on, before they realize it was all a setup." She snags his wrist lightly, tugging him out from behind the bar to head back toward their former booth to watch the chaos unfold.
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
