send me flying babe,
wearing diamonds down
wearing diamonds down
“Show off.” Caly murmurs, cementing it to memory before the chime of a snicker adorns the young attuned’s charm. As for her steady hand, she’s quite proud of it, and it’s evident in the way she seems to show off herself a little. Quizzing on free pouring though meant that she’d have to practice, not that Caly thinks her siblings would mind the flare and flourish of her attempts back home in the interim.
Retrieving the tin, Caly follows the exact order of operations - White rum, to pineapple, to passion fruit, and deftly squeezes a lime. Now, when it comes to shaking it as if she’s trying to embarrass her ex, the young woman can’t really relate personally. Having no ex to make jealous, she can get the idea. So she pops the cap on and shakes it with both hands, hard for ten seconds, until the outside of the metal tin seemed frosty enough.
She snags the strainer while Flora’s busy, popping open the tin with a loud pop, and sets the strainer over the top and pours it in, withdrawing to shake the ice tin a bit to top off the rest that had lingered behind some of the cubes of crushed ice. Setting it down, she snags the tiny bartender spoon and floats the dark rum on top, seeing the gorgeous dark film it seems to make on top of the colorful drink. Then, she watches as Flora sparks the peel and sinks it in.
Quite proud of the attempt she’s made, the golden attuned beams at Flora as the next lesson comes. “Oh, I’ve got it. Easy.” She boasts proudly. “Obviously a flight. We’re triplets but we ain’t the best all mixed together, y’know?” She chirps, flashing a smirk. They needed something where each one of their charms and personalities could shine, not to be outdone trying to mix them all into one.
Snagging her glass, she clinks it against Flora’s and takes a long slow sip - relishing in the fruits of the labor, feeling as though she could imagine what having an ex was like, if the Doubletake was anything to go off of. “To keepin’ it alive in all it’s best ways.” Caly mirrors the agreement, snorting as she takes another sip contently.
Retrieving the tin, Caly follows the exact order of operations - White rum, to pineapple, to passion fruit, and deftly squeezes a lime. Now, when it comes to shaking it as if she’s trying to embarrass her ex, the young woman can’t really relate personally. Having no ex to make jealous, she can get the idea. So she pops the cap on and shakes it with both hands, hard for ten seconds, until the outside of the metal tin seemed frosty enough.
She snags the strainer while Flora’s busy, popping open the tin with a loud pop, and sets the strainer over the top and pours it in, withdrawing to shake the ice tin a bit to top off the rest that had lingered behind some of the cubes of crushed ice. Setting it down, she snags the tiny bartender spoon and floats the dark rum on top, seeing the gorgeous dark film it seems to make on top of the colorful drink. Then, she watches as Flora sparks the peel and sinks it in.
Quite proud of the attempt she’s made, the golden attuned beams at Flora as the next lesson comes. “Oh, I’ve got it. Easy.” She boasts proudly. “Obviously a flight. We’re triplets but we ain’t the best all mixed together, y’know?” She chirps, flashing a smirk. They needed something where each one of their charms and personalities could shine, not to be outdone trying to mix them all into one.
Snagging her glass, she clinks it against Flora’s and takes a long slow sip - relishing in the fruits of the labor, feeling as though she could imagine what having an ex was like, if the Doubletake was anything to go off of. “To keepin’ it alive in all it’s best ways.” Caly mirrors the agreement, snorting as she takes another sip contently.
Calypso
kiss my neck and make me never doubt you now
