Enzo
Though neither has quite learned to hold their liquor yet, the Hanged Man is a regular haunting ground for the twins. Enzo opens the door with a flourish - ignoring the scowls as the cold wind gusts in after - and bows as Flora steps through, spinning in her wake like the scent of her newest choice of perfume that week. "Dearest sister of mine, I have not had a moment to bend your ear in too long, and we live together," he bemoans, dropping in a graceful slouch onto one of the bar chairs, long legs artfully splayed.
The bartenders - even the rotating staff - know the terrors well enough by now to guess that their drinks orders have changed yet again, so the lovely young man comes over with a raised brow. "Sangria for me please," Enzo purrs, eyes half-lidded and lips coyly playing with the suggestion of a smirk. Best to get his foot in the door before Flora makes her own move.
The bartenders - even the rotating staff - know the terrors well enough by now to guess that their drinks orders have changed yet again, so the lovely young man comes over with a raised brow. "Sangria for me please," Enzo purrs, eyes half-lidded and lips coyly playing with the suggestion of a smirk. Best to get his foot in the door before Flora makes her own move.
he's got all the boys pulling daisies
but he'll leave you pushing them
but he'll leave you pushing them
