candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
"Ewwwhhhh" Flora retorts as if she's just smelled something horrible. "Gross, Jack." Jokes were one thing, but now imagining the captain with a bunch of barnacles covering his dick had fully ruined the delightful and romantic tableau taking place in her thoughts.
'They're cupcakes.' Flora corrects (yep, right on over her head).
"Mhmmm. He's been pretty busy from what I hear. Doing deals all over Caido, whereas last time I checked, the Ark has been in the harbour for weeks." (Had she checked in hopes of trying to catch a glimpse of Jack? And because Melita was her new friend? Shh). "Well, as far as business models go, being able to tell people what sort of payment you require is a pretty good first step." Flora remarks, taking a bold and flirtatious step towards Jack before her eyes shift to his whiskey glass.
'Another?'
'They're cupcakes.' Flora corrects (yep, right on over her head).
"Mhmmm. He's been pretty busy from what I hear. Doing deals all over Caido, whereas last time I checked, the Ark has been in the harbour for weeks." (Had she checked in hopes of trying to catch a glimpse of Jack? And because Melita was her new friend? Shh). "Well, as far as business models go, being able to tell people what sort of payment you require is a pretty good first step." Flora remarks, taking a bold and flirtatious step towards Jack before her eyes shift to his whiskey glass.
'Another?'
