Eloise
Darling, you take the high horse
and I'll take the high road
and I'll take the high road
"Cheers." Eloise's voice is already pleasantly bubbly and slightly slurred as her dark gaze falls on Raza, extending her own glass forward to clink against the Liason's. Instantly her smile widens into something of unfettered delight, the booze coursing through her system making a mockery of any pretense of respectability or sobriety.
Swaying in time with the music, her bare feet making small indents in the sand as she twists and turns, the navigator happens to catch Jack's gaze for just a second. They are, for all the crew knows, together, and so the wink she shoots his way shouldn't be all that surprising. But the mental images that accompany it are far from what any of the crew might expect.
Turning back to Raza, the firelight making Eloise' eyes shiny and bright. 'Aren't you al ittle warm in that?' She wonders suggestively of Raza's sweater. Reaching out with the hand not holding her glass, she loops her fingers through the belt loops on the side of the Liason's shorts, her thumb just ghosting the dark skin of her hip before ducking beneath her waistline.
Swaying in time with the music, her bare feet making small indents in the sand as she twists and turns, the navigator happens to catch Jack's gaze for just a second. They are, for all the crew knows, together, and so the wink she shoots his way shouldn't be all that surprising. But the mental images that accompany it are far from what any of the crew might expect.
Turning back to Raza, the firelight making Eloise' eyes shiny and bright. 'Aren't you al ittle warm in that?' She wonders suggestively of Raza's sweater. Reaching out with the hand not holding her glass, she loops her fingers through the belt loops on the side of the Liason's shorts, her thumb just ghosting the dark skin of her hip before ducking beneath her waistline.
If you're too good for us,
you'll be good riding solo
you'll be good riding solo
