never be so kind you forget to be clever
Flora, oblivious to just about everything, thinks things are going swimmingly. She's even managed to figure out how to walk through the sand in a way that makes her hips sashay back and forth. Instantly accepting the pipe without having a single clue as to how to smoke it, Flora pops it into her mouth. "Mmmmm." She hums around it, placing the stem far too deep into her mouth and inhaling.
As the smoke hits the back of her throat, Flora swallows, sputters, and coughs. Gulping in air, the girl shakes her head as her eyes begin to water, more worried about how she was going to explain this than the fact that she was choking. "..so good.." She manages, sounding suddenly like she was a 60 year old lounge singer. Clearing her throat, Flora offers the pipe back. "The pipes we have back home are different." She says with a shrug, absolutely thinking that sounded believable.
"Okay Jack." She liked how that sounded on her tongue. The Juh and the ahhh and then the k!. "I'm Flora." As for Torchline? "Oh you know, here and there. For shopping trips, and to see Safrin at the Lighthouse, and of course to come to the beach." Which, you know, was technically all true.
As the smoke hits the back of her throat, Flora swallows, sputters, and coughs. Gulping in air, the girl shakes her head as her eyes begin to water, more worried about how she was going to explain this than the fact that she was choking. "..so good.." She manages, sounding suddenly like she was a 60 year old lounge singer. Clearing her throat, Flora offers the pipe back. "The pipes we have back home are different." She says with a shrug, absolutely thinking that sounded believable.
"Okay Jack." She liked how that sounded on her tongue. The Juh and the ahhh and then the k!. "I'm Flora." As for Torchline? "Oh you know, here and there. For shopping trips, and to see Safrin at the Lighthouse, and of course to come to the beach." Which, you know, was technically all true.
