we show off our different scarlet letters
'Pfffft, we dress like this because of the weather. We keep dressing like this because of the cocktails." The queen declares with a laugh. But then Flora’s chest tightens as she takes the parchment, fingers brushing Theea ’s in the exchange. She unfurls it gently, eyes lighting up at every delicate line of Spice’s wings. "This is...incredible," she breathes, pressing the sketch to her heart. "Thank you. I promise it’s staying on my shelf, not the trash." With a grin, she tucks the drawing into her back pocket, before gesturing toward the bar. "You go get a drink, and then I'll introduce you around, okay?"
Flora spins and bursts into delighted laughter as Melita plonks down her army of rubber ducks. "Oh my gods, these are perfect!" She scoops up the little Doubletake duck first, pressing it to her cheek. "I’ve always wanted me own, especially after seeing them all over the Ark," she teases, then lines them along the edge of the counter like honorary bartenders.
Before she can do anything more, Kaisel crashes through the doorway with his trademark roa of her name, sending ripples through the crowd. He’s elbow-deep in sequins and straps, and every bit as ridiculous as she dared hope. Flora’s eyes light up as he barrels toward her and sweeps her into a bear hug, her heels lifting off the ground as he spins her. She laughs into his shoulder, reaching up to straighten his wig as he sets her down. "Gods, it looks like everyone is trying to upstage my outfit tonight," she hums, her voice honeyed thanks to a handful of cocktails. "You're missing just onnnnnnne thing." Not needing to stand on her toes thanks to the height of her heels, she places her palms on his cheeks in order to fish-out his lips, before pressing hers against them to transfer some of her red lipstick over. It wasn't a kiss so much as a makeup application, albeit one that would taste of sugared cherries and rum. "There! Perrrrfecct!"
Spying Sohalia hovering by the bar, Flora slips free and drifts over, wrapping an arm through hers. "Hey, lovely," she murmurs, voice warm. "You can hide in the backroom all you want, okay?" She gives Soh’s hand a squeeze. "But at least try and have fun, okay? Maybe save time for a dance with me?"
Glass in hand, Flora’s eyes flick across the room in time to catch Maea peeling away from a conversation with Dantalion and Astaroth —her expression unreadable in that frustratingly Maea sort of way. Intrigued, and perhaps a lot nosy, Flora sets her sights on the pair left in her wake. She crosses the floor with a sway in her hips and a knowing smirk curling her lips, her heels clicking softly against the wood. "Alright, what was that?" she asks brightly, sliding in beside them and propping an elbow on Danta's shoulder like she owns the place (which, for tonight, she does). "You two looked like you just walked out of a drama novel and I want the entire chapter."
Flora spins and bursts into delighted laughter as Melita plonks down her army of rubber ducks. "Oh my gods, these are perfect!" She scoops up the little Doubletake duck first, pressing it to her cheek. "I’ve always wanted me own, especially after seeing them all over the Ark," she teases, then lines them along the edge of the counter like honorary bartenders.
Before she can do anything more, Kaisel crashes through the doorway with his trademark roa of her name, sending ripples through the crowd. He’s elbow-deep in sequins and straps, and every bit as ridiculous as she dared hope. Flora’s eyes light up as he barrels toward her and sweeps her into a bear hug, her heels lifting off the ground as he spins her. She laughs into his shoulder, reaching up to straighten his wig as he sets her down. "Gods, it looks like everyone is trying to upstage my outfit tonight," she hums, her voice honeyed thanks to a handful of cocktails. "You're missing just onnnnnnne thing." Not needing to stand on her toes thanks to the height of her heels, she places her palms on his cheeks in order to fish-out his lips, before pressing hers against them to transfer some of her red lipstick over. It wasn't a kiss so much as a makeup application, albeit one that would taste of sugared cherries and rum. "There! Perrrrfecct!"
Spying Sohalia hovering by the bar, Flora slips free and drifts over, wrapping an arm through hers. "Hey, lovely," she murmurs, voice warm. "You can hide in the backroom all you want, okay?" She gives Soh’s hand a squeeze. "But at least try and have fun, okay? Maybe save time for a dance with me?"
Glass in hand, Flora’s eyes flick across the room in time to catch Maea peeling away from a conversation with Dantalion and Astaroth —her expression unreadable in that frustratingly Maea sort of way. Intrigued, and perhaps a lot nosy, Flora sets her sights on the pair left in her wake. She crosses the floor with a sway in her hips and a knowing smirk curling her lips, her heels clicking softly against the wood. "Alright, what was that?" she asks brightly, sliding in beside them and propping an elbow on Danta's shoulder like she owns the place (which, for tonight, she does). "You two looked like you just walked out of a drama novel and I want the entire chapter."
