Eloise
Darling, you take the high horse
and I'll take the high road
and I'll take the high road
Eloise wore a skirt wrapped 'round her waist, the slit of it almost entirely up to her hip. Given the current position of it, it looked like there wasn't anything beneath. But then again, she was an illusionist; Eloise could make almost anything look a certain way.
With her glass filled far too full, Eloise leaned against one of the tiki torches, allowing the flame to bath her skin in warm light and lingering shadows. Though she wasn't looking at Jack, the navigator's mind was certainly sending thoughts his way. Thoughts of sand gripped between fingers and toes as his lips and tongue did more than just move his cigarette from one side of his mouth to the other.
To anyone else though, she simply looked quietly amused as she took frequent sips of her drink, and let her hips sway to the music all around them.
With her glass filled far too full, Eloise leaned against one of the tiki torches, allowing the flame to bath her skin in warm light and lingering shadows. Though she wasn't looking at Jack, the navigator's mind was certainly sending thoughts his way. Thoughts of sand gripped between fingers and toes as his lips and tongue did more than just move his cigarette from one side of his mouth to the other.
To anyone else though, she simply looked quietly amused as she took frequent sips of her drink, and let her hips sway to the music all around them.
If you're too good for us,
you'll be good riding solo
you'll be good riding solo
