flora
Winking, and unaware of just how incredibly mismatched the pair are in reality, Flora lets her fingertips dance over Remi's gin with another exaggerated waggle of her eyebrows. "Well, because this gin is made by one of the demigods who lives up there. " She purrs, before uncorking it with a satisfying poP! "But don't take my word for it."
Reaching beneath the bar where she knows the glasses are kept, Flora fumbles about feigning ignorance before pulling up two mismatched cups. One is clearly for whiskey, while the other is a coppery thing. 'An umbrella, mm?' They didn't have cocktail umbrellas (not yet, but Flora would add it to her mental list of things to pick up. Or for Ronin to pick up), but she makes a show of glancing around just the same.
'I'm so sorry good sir, but there's not an umbrella to be found. Please don't give us a bad rating.." She pouts theatrically. While she's been talking, Flora has been pouring Danta's drink, and at the culmination of her sentence, she's leaned forward to pass it toward him, making sure that by leaning on her arm her cleavage presses against the neckline of her dress.
Reaching beneath the bar where she knows the glasses are kept, Flora fumbles about feigning ignorance before pulling up two mismatched cups. One is clearly for whiskey, while the other is a coppery thing. 'An umbrella, mm?' They didn't have cocktail umbrellas (not yet, but Flora would add it to her mental list of things to pick up. Or for Ronin to pick up), but she makes a show of glancing around just the same.
'I'm so sorry good sir, but there's not an umbrella to be found. Please don't give us a bad rating.." She pouts theatrically. While she's been talking, Flora has been pouring Danta's drink, and at the culmination of her sentence, she's leaned forward to pass it toward him, making sure that by leaning on her arm her cleavage presses against the neckline of her dress.
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
