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'Gods don't even." Flora replies, laughing off Isla's thanks before beaming at the other woman. "Besides, you look so much better in those than I do." Indeed, though both women were slender and toned, Isla had a certain refinement that Flora couldn't quite emulate. The way she carried herself was just so much more elegant, and despite watching the Remedy out of the corner of her eye, Flora couldn't quite pin down just what it was about Isla that was so eye-catching. But give it time.
"Ooh, we just came up with something new." No, not the blushberry gin, don't worry. "Two sweetgrass martinis please." The Doubletake ordered, grinning up at their server which was code of course for make them doubles.
Leaning back in her chair and consciously trying to mimic the slant of Isla's shoulders, Flora raises her eyebrows conspiratorily. "So..........." That the Remedy had taken the girl up on her offer on coming to stay wasn't too surprising, but that Isla had brought more than just a small overnight bag was...well indicative of some tea, in Flora's opinion.
"Ooh, we just came up with something new." No, not the blushberry gin, don't worry. "Two sweetgrass martinis please." The Doubletake ordered, grinning up at their server which was code of course for make them doubles.
Leaning back in her chair and consciously trying to mimic the slant of Isla's shoulders, Flora raises her eyebrows conspiratorily. "So..........." That the Remedy had taken the girl up on her offer on coming to stay wasn't too surprising, but that Isla had brought more than just a small overnight bag was...well indicative of some tea, in Flora's opinion.
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
