flora
Flora’s smirk returns at the offer, flickering with a mischievous edge that helps shoo away some of the earlier heaviness. "Gods, absolutely," she says, pushing her empty glass a little closer to the edge of the bar with a satisfying clink. "If we’re shelving major life plans, we might as well do it with something strong in our hands."
When the bartender returns with their drinks, Flora plucks hers up and leans one elbow on the bar, angling herself slightly toward Maea. "Alright, let me show you my favourite people watching game," she begins, tone suddenly conspiratorial as she tips her glass toward a man slumped at the far end of the room, already half-asleep over his beer. "That guy? Definitely a failed pirate. Tried to start a mutiny over rum rations, ended up marooned, now he haunts this bar trying to recruit a new crew."
Her eyes twinkle over the rim of her drink before shifting to another patron—a middle-aged woman in a thick green coat, gesturing passionately at her drink while her companion looks increasingly alarmed. "And her? Used to be a master poisoner for a secret cult, but fell in love with the guy she was supposed to kill and now sells novelty mugs with veiled threats on them."
Turning back to Maea with a grin, she raises her glass in a toast. "To changing plans, drowning sorrows, and making up better lives for strangers than they probably deserve."
~FIN
When the bartender returns with their drinks, Flora plucks hers up and leans one elbow on the bar, angling herself slightly toward Maea. "Alright, let me show you my favourite people watching game," she begins, tone suddenly conspiratorial as she tips her glass toward a man slumped at the far end of the room, already half-asleep over his beer. "That guy? Definitely a failed pirate. Tried to start a mutiny over rum rations, ended up marooned, now he haunts this bar trying to recruit a new crew."
Her eyes twinkle over the rim of her drink before shifting to another patron—a middle-aged woman in a thick green coat, gesturing passionately at her drink while her companion looks increasingly alarmed. "And her? Used to be a master poisoner for a secret cult, but fell in love with the guy she was supposed to kill and now sells novelty mugs with veiled threats on them."
Turning back to Maea with a grin, she raises her glass in a toast. "To changing plans, drowning sorrows, and making up better lives for strangers than they probably deserve."
~FIN
We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
