we show off our different scarlet letters
Flora clambers up onto the bar like it’s a stage, barefoot and flushed, curls wild and lips sugar-sticky from too many stolen sips of too many cocktails. Her hair gleams under the low lights, and the gold rings on her fingers glint as she raises both arms overhead, commanding the room’s attention with all the effortless magnetism of someone born to run a bar.
"Alright, you glitter-soaked disasters," she calls out, voice hoarse with laughter and salt air and too much shouting over music. "Last round’s on me—get your shots, your smooches, your questionable decisions in now, because in ten minutes, I want you all out of my bar."
There’s a chorus of groans and cheers, someone yells I LOVE YOU and she blows them all a kiss as if bestowing upon them a blessing. "Thank you for coming," she adds, a little softer, though her grin is still bright. "You’ve all made my last night here one for the fucking books."
And with that, she hops down, twirls a little for no one but herself, and makes her way back to the bar to help Nova shut it all down, but not before banging on a few of the suspiciously closed doors and yelling HURRY UP, bar's closing.
~FIN
"Alright, you glitter-soaked disasters," she calls out, voice hoarse with laughter and salt air and too much shouting over music. "Last round’s on me—get your shots, your smooches, your questionable decisions in now, because in ten minutes, I want you all out of my bar."
There’s a chorus of groans and cheers, someone yells I LOVE YOU and she blows them all a kiss as if bestowing upon them a blessing. "Thank you for coming," she adds, a little softer, though her grin is still bright. "You’ve all made my last night here one for the fucking books."
And with that, she hops down, twirls a little for no one but herself, and makes her way back to the bar to help Nova shut it all down, but not before banging on a few of the suspiciously closed doors and yelling HURRY UP, bar's closing.
~FIN
