Nova
Here's to alcohol,
Leaning back, Nova clutches a protective hand to her chest like her heart might stop if he did such a thing. After all, she worked really hard on the glittering pink blouse that's unbuttoned to show her lacy white tank top that's been tie-dyed in a summery color pallet. The pink material is sheer enough that she doesn't even need to unbutton it to show off the color beneath, but that's fashion. Her head raises with a mix of indignation and pride to defend her choice in clothing. "This is a blouse, and I'll freeze the drink before it touches me." She flicks a strand of hair, snowflakes falling with the movement.
Something (perhaps it's the teasing shadows threatening to shove her off the counter) tells her that Vespy's patience is thinning and she's not necessarily helping, but isn't that the job of every sister? Nova prides herself on being a nuisance at times. Other times it's just pure, natural skill. This time definitely falls in the range of intentional as she kicks out her legs, grinning. "I guess you can go through the ingredients, but I still don't know if I like the name." She'd think something 'sunrise' or 'sunset' or 'tropical' or something other would be more fitting, and if he starts listing the components, she will absolutely be thinking about other names.
Something (perhaps it's the teasing shadows threatening to shove her off the counter) tells her that Vespy's patience is thinning and she's not necessarily helping, but isn't that the job of every sister? Nova prides herself on being a nuisance at times. Other times it's just pure, natural skill. This time definitely falls in the range of intentional as she kicks out her legs, grinning. "I guess you can go through the ingredients, but I still don't know if I like the name." She'd think something 'sunrise' or 'sunset' or 'tropical' or something other would be more fitting, and if he starts listing the components, she will absolutely be thinking about other names.
the rose-colored glasses of life.
