flora
Over the course of the manicure, Flora had been able to remove her sunglasses without squinting painfully at the harsh (read: normal) lighting around them. She was young, yes, and her liver was more than up to the task of getting through the liquor she'd consumed the night before, but gods, it was a lot, such that it took the Doubletake a little bit to bounce back.
Looking down at her own nails, a bright red with small pearls placed on her ring fingers, Flora shakes her head. "Nah, let's try here. I can see if there's anything on their menu worth stealing." She chuckles, before angling slightly toward one of the little wine bars that was basically just a small shack on the beach with a few tables and umbrellas.
Ruffling a hand through her curls (still mostly intact from the night before), Flora points dramatically toward a table before making a MENU gesture with her hands to the one server lounging behind the bar. "SooOoOoOO," She sings suggestively as she slides into her seat. "Have fun last night?"
Looking down at her own nails, a bright red with small pearls placed on her ring fingers, Flora shakes her head. "Nah, let's try here. I can see if there's anything on their menu worth stealing." She chuckles, before angling slightly toward one of the little wine bars that was basically just a small shack on the beach with a few tables and umbrellas.
Ruffling a hand through her curls (still mostly intact from the night before), Flora points dramatically toward a table before making a MENU gesture with her hands to the one server lounging behind the bar. "SooOoOoOO," She sings suggestively as she slides into her seat. "Have fun last night?"
damn they don't make them like this anymore
