flora
Flora, for her part, dances through the doorway as if carried by some invisible wave that her twin's elegant fingers had created. Slinking onto her seat to ensure that the slit of her dress did not rise too hard (things left to the imagination and all that, though given how often she flounced about in a bikini there was hardly much left to wonder about), Flora let her chin flop dramatically into one hand. "Like ships in the night." She agrees theatrically.
Perhaps Enzo will note (or perhaps not given how the bartender seems keen to keep her twin's gaze), that Flora does not try and one-up her counterpart. Instead, like some demur bird, Flora orders a whiskey on the rocks (this being far from the fruity and easily sipped cocktail she normally goes for), and sits back into her chair.
"Okay, you first then dearest brother of mine and don't think I haven't noticed two pairs of shoes at the front door when you've claimed to be reading in the back garden."
Perhaps Enzo will note (or perhaps not given how the bartender seems keen to keep her twin's gaze), that Flora does not try and one-up her counterpart. Instead, like some demur bird, Flora orders a whiskey on the rocks (this being far from the fruity and easily sipped cocktail she normally goes for), and sits back into her chair.
"Okay, you first then dearest brother of mine and don't think I haven't noticed two pairs of shoes at the front door when you've claimed to be reading in the back garden."
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
