flora
Flora’s brows lift the moment he produces the bottle, her expression answering before her words do. "Obviously," she says, reaching for the offered glass without hesitation.
At his question, she nods, taking a small sip before answering, the familiar brightness of it sharpening the edges of her grin. "Yep. The very same." Her shoulder lifts in a loose shrug, mouth tipping sideways with open skepticism. "I don’t know if she thinks running a successful rodeo is the same as running an entire region, but..." The thought trails off into a look that says enough on its own, her doubt worn plainly rather than dressed up.
When Danta declares her a bitch, Flora’s grin snaps brighter, satisfied in a way that settles something quick and clean in her chest, and she lifts her tumbler toward him in an easy, deliberate toast. What was the point of having friends like Danta if not for their unfettered and dramatic agreement in times like this? "Thank you."
Snickering at his offer, Flora shakes her head as she leans a fraction closer over the desk. "Honestly? How about the opposite." Her aqua gaze flicks up to meet his. "She’s got basically nothing to offer, so I’d bet you could bleed her dry if she came to you with a deal." And seeing Colt in the hole while her friend made off like a bandit would suit Flora just fine.
At his question, she nods, taking a small sip before answering, the familiar brightness of it sharpening the edges of her grin. "Yep. The very same." Her shoulder lifts in a loose shrug, mouth tipping sideways with open skepticism. "I don’t know if she thinks running a successful rodeo is the same as running an entire region, but..." The thought trails off into a look that says enough on its own, her doubt worn plainly rather than dressed up.
When Danta declares her a bitch, Flora’s grin snaps brighter, satisfied in a way that settles something quick and clean in her chest, and she lifts her tumbler toward him in an easy, deliberate toast. What was the point of having friends like Danta if not for their unfettered and dramatic agreement in times like this? "Thank you."
Snickering at his offer, Flora shakes her head as she leans a fraction closer over the desk. "Honestly? How about the opposite." Her aqua gaze flicks up to meet his. "She’s got basically nothing to offer, so I’d bet you could bleed her dry if she came to you with a deal." And seeing Colt in the hole while her friend made off like a bandit would suit Flora just fine.
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
