#(flora tag pending cuz it’s late and I’m on mobile :’D)

[seven-circlllxs]

"So, what did you think of my performance?" Flora approached Travis with a skewer of chocolate-coated strawberries in one hand and a fruity drink in the other. She hadn't known this guy before they were paired up to dance the other day, but he seemed worth hanging out with.

Travis was halfway through chugging a Beelzajuice sangria spritzer without breathing when Flora appeared kinda-sorta out of nowhere with a fuckton of chocolate berries. So many berries that he almost forgot he’d been asked a damn question.

"Oh! Ah, uh, you sounded good! Real good, actually, kinda had those lounge singer-showgirl vibes, I really liked it!” He grinned, hoping that she could tell it was genuine.

“Where, ah, you got the berries from the fountain, yeah?” He leaned a bit closer to her, elbowing her lightly. “Y’know, I usually don’t trust fountain setups, too many weirdos in my business, there’s bound to be some fucker’s pubes in there, but these seem clean- do they taste good?”