[ME] They call the thing a rodeo

charlie

Charlie beams at Nova like she'd just been handed a bouquet of fireworks wrapped in tinsel. "Thanks babe!" she says with a delighted purr, striking a playful pose and twirling in place to show off the full sinful glory of her outfit. "You’re an absolute vision yourself. I love the glitter." With a wink that practically sparkles, she gives Nova’s outfit an approving once-over.

Then Jack speaks, and oh, the grin that blooms across her face is positively wicked. "Mm," Charlie hums, tilting her head as if appraising a rare bottle of trouble. "Well, playing hard to get always gets my attention." She takes the offered whiskey like it's her divine right, tips it back with the same ease she might accept a lover’s dare, and licks a drop from the corner of her mouth with theatrical flair. Her fingers trail lightly across the small of his back as she steps away, a teasing touch more promise than farewell. "Come find me after," she murmurs, low and humming like embers under velvet. We’ll compare rodeo notes."

With one final flick of her tail—cheeky, provocative, and gleefully unapologetic—Charlie turns and swans off into the crowd in search of Sunjata, lips already curled in anticipation of whatever glorious chaos the Flood has decided to manifest as today.

oh I like my boys playin' hard to get
and I like my men all incompetent

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!