flora
Were Jack more generous with his compliments, they'd likely have lost their sparkle for Flora. But sprinkled far and few between as they were, they caught the Doubletake's attention as succinctly as any drug might, keeping her hooked and needing another fix. "Yeah...well...' Shrugging, the joy fades from her eyes as she gives her head a little shake. "Before it was like...I was just mad about not being elected. But now...I dunno. Torchline seems to be a bit shit, you know?" Rather than with venom, Flora's words are simply laced with disappointment. No, she hadn't been born here as many had, but she'd chosen this place. She'd bled for it and lost her brother to it. How much more she could give while being ignored and seeing all she loved turn to shit, she honestly didn't know.
But anyway.
No Jack, Flora doesn't mind, but she does prefer the couch. "Come on, you." She coaxes, waggling the bottle in front of him to try and lure him from the entranceway and into the living room. Sinking down onto her couch—it's cream-coloured and Jack is absolutely going to ruin it—Flora turns her chin up to him, and takes a sip of the whiskey, before holding it up to Jack.
But anyway.
No Jack, Flora doesn't mind, but she does prefer the couch. "Come on, you." She coaxes, waggling the bottle in front of him to try and lure him from the entranceway and into the living room. Sinking down onto her couch—it's cream-coloured and Jack is absolutely going to ruin it—Flora turns her chin up to him, and takes a sip of the whiskey, before holding it up to Jack.
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
