walk me home in the dead of night
"They kind that would have put it away if anyone other than you walked in." Flora snaps back, and while that was certainly true, few who walked into the Tavern were interested in what Flora was doing so much as what she was wearing and how much of her cleavage or thigh was on offer. But Jack, as ever, went against the grain such that if the Doubletake ever wanted to really get ahead in Torchline, she'd need to break off this debilitating crush. Ahh well, another time.
Not a cat, no, but a certain pervasive memory of LongNight that had Flora feeling very thirsty all of a sudden, and not just for gin. "Nope, just thinking, and-hey!" Flora, who had been about to sass something about subtly meaning that she wasn't going to tell Jack every single thought floating through her mind, frowned before trying to pluck a very specific letter away the pile. Whether or not it was the one in Jack's hands she couldn't see from her angle, but the last thing she needed was the captain reading Remi's goodbye letter to Isla.
"Shows up much you know. Besides, it isn't like letters take up a lot of space, and you never know when things like that will come in handy." Like now, for instance.
Not a cat, no, but a certain pervasive memory of LongNight that had Flora feeling very thirsty all of a sudden, and not just for gin. "Nope, just thinking, and-hey!" Flora, who had been about to sass something about subtly meaning that she wasn't going to tell Jack every single thought floating through her mind, frowned before trying to pluck a very specific letter away the pile. Whether or not it was the one in Jack's hands she couldn't see from her angle, but the last thing she needed was the captain reading Remi's goodbye letter to Isla.
"Shows up much you know. Besides, it isn't like letters take up a lot of space, and you never know when things like that will come in handy." Like now, for instance.
