flora
Set during [ME] one shot, two shot, coppertone-red
Flora arches her brows in exaggerated surprise, a smirk already curling at her lips, because of course Maea had decided to dive headfirst into the deep end of apologies before Astaroth was ready. Her gaze flicks momentarily past the Ancients, catching briefly on Koa’s familiar silhouette as he enters—and noticing—with a pang she quickly buries beneath sass and alcohol—that there’s still no sign of Jack.
Decision made, she slides fluidly into the chair beside Danta, her glass held high in playful salute. "You two are adorably thoughtful," she says breezily, smiling warmly at Asta and the Maverick both, "but honestly? If you feel like going full scorched earth tonight, by all means—this place won’t even be mine in a few hours. Burn whatever bridges you like."
She punctuates her words by downing the last of her gin cocktail in one smooth swallow, humming appreciatively as she sets the glass aside. With a bright wave at Vesper behind the bar, she signals for another to join Asta’s incoming pina coladas. "Besides," she adds cheerfully, settling back into her seat and kicking one long leg gracefully over the other, "why shouldn't this night go out with a bang?"
We can't make any promises now can we babe?
But you can make me a drink.
But you can make me a drink.
