i can't help it if i want to kiss you in the rain, so
Spice shrieked with delighted outrage as Sugar swooped past, twirling into a blur of white wings and mist to chase after her friend with all the grace of a bottle rocket. The moment they were airborne together, Flora sat up with a lazy stretch, her wrap dress sliding a little off one shoulder as she blinked against the sun and pushed her sunglasses up into her curls.
"Not my bar anymore, so I’m not the one who has to care what it costs," she called back easily, smirking at the glint of the champagne bottle in Ronin’s hand. Flora reached for the towel draped beside her to mop a bit of mist from her shoulder compliments of Spice, sighing through her nose. "Last party didn’t really go the way I wanted it to," she admitted, with a wrinkle of her nose. "So I’m cooling it on parties for a bit."
Her smile tilted up again as she eyed the bottle. "Besides, Jack said that this was meant to be more of an offering to the gods and heralds, and who better to help than someone whose basically had interactions with them all?"
"Not my bar anymore, so I’m not the one who has to care what it costs," she called back easily, smirking at the glint of the champagne bottle in Ronin’s hand. Flora reached for the towel draped beside her to mop a bit of mist from her shoulder compliments of Spice, sighing through her nose. "Last party didn’t really go the way I wanted it to," she admitted, with a wrinkle of her nose. "So I’m cooling it on parties for a bit."
Her smile tilted up again as she eyed the bottle. "Besides, Jack said that this was meant to be more of an offering to the gods and heralds, and who better to help than someone whose basically had interactions with them all?"
