the sun inside of her rages like wildfire
and she is gold, gold, gold
and she is gold, gold, gold
It’s a shame that it isn’t the muscled guy at her side – but that doesn’t mean the lanky one to her other side isn’t capable of doing some push ups. Maybe he’d be able to surprise her – so as he leans in with interest about why her hands are empty and there’s no drink to be found, she flashes him her most gilded smile of innocence and debates what to get that might be good. "You got any ideas as to what's good? What d'you have?"
Of course, the question has her leaning into his space a bit, getting over the roar of voices from the packed house, though she imagines it’ll work better in her favor if things were a touch more intimate. So much so, that she goes so far as to tell him it’s her first time here so she really could use a guide. "It's my first time here, so..." And maybe, gods willing, it'll work in her favor to lift her spirits even more.
Of course, the question has her leaning into his space a bit, getting over the roar of voices from the packed house, though she imagines it’ll work better in her favor if things were a touch more intimate. So much so, that she goes so far as to tell him it’s her first time here so she really could use a guide. "It's my first time here, so..." And maybe, gods willing, it'll work in her favor to lift her spirits even more.
Calypso
and she is scorching the skin of my heart
