Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora sighs, long and relieved, her head tipping back against the wood with a soft thud as the sunlight dances lazily across her bare knees. “Gods, that’s good to hear,” she murmurs, the words slipping out like steam from a kettle finally taken off the heat. “I’ve heard nothing but good things since you lot took over. Honestly, probably better reviews than I ever got.” A grin tugs at her lips as she lifts her drink again, the ice clinking softly against the glass.
At the mention of redecorating, she waves a hand airily, lounging deeper into her seat with a sparkle in her eyes. “Make it yours. The bar was never supposed to be some sad little shrine to me. Just don’t let my brother’s plants die, or he will actually combust. In fact—” She smirks, glancing over her shoulder as if she might summon him by thought alone. “—maybe I’ll send Mateo around to fuss over them himself, because honestly, he won’t believe you’re doing it right anyway.”
She pauses just long enough to take another sip, then adds, in a teasing undertone, “Some of those plants are also lowkey poisonous. Or, y’know… recreational. So don’t toss them just ‘cause they look boring.”
But when Caly brings up the people missing her, something quieter slips through Flora’s expression. She doesn’t speak right away, eyes lingering in the swirl of her drink like she’s trying to read the future in the way the gold catches the sun. “That’s nice to hear,” she says eventually, and though the smile on her lips is soft, there’s a shadow stitched into the corners. “Soon enough we’ll kick the Family’s ass,” she adds, voice brighter now, more for Caly than for herself, “and everything’ll go back to normal.”
She raises her glass in a mock-toast, the rim catching the light like a promise she’s determined to keep. Even if she doesn’t quite believe it yet.
At the mention of redecorating, she waves a hand airily, lounging deeper into her seat with a sparkle in her eyes. “Make it yours. The bar was never supposed to be some sad little shrine to me. Just don’t let my brother’s plants die, or he will actually combust. In fact—” She smirks, glancing over her shoulder as if she might summon him by thought alone. “—maybe I’ll send Mateo around to fuss over them himself, because honestly, he won’t believe you’re doing it right anyway.”
She pauses just long enough to take another sip, then adds, in a teasing undertone, “Some of those plants are also lowkey poisonous. Or, y’know… recreational. So don’t toss them just ‘cause they look boring.”
But when Caly brings up the people missing her, something quieter slips through Flora’s expression. She doesn’t speak right away, eyes lingering in the swirl of her drink like she’s trying to read the future in the way the gold catches the sun. “That’s nice to hear,” she says eventually, and though the smile on her lips is soft, there’s a shadow stitched into the corners. “Soon enough we’ll kick the Family’s ass,” she adds, voice brighter now, more for Caly than for herself, “and everything’ll go back to normal.”
She raises her glass in a mock-toast, the rim catching the light like a promise she’s determined to keep. Even if she doesn’t quite believe it yet.
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
