ladies & gentlemen, this is mambo no. 5

#FLORENCC: an independent, selective and mutual exclusive original character este novak florence conway. inspired by lyrics and lore built around the concept of escaping, of doing what needs to be done, and starting over on the run from both the law, and the person you used to be.

＂      those  who  pay  the  bills      …      i  like  it.      ＂      the  suggestion  is  repeated,  just  to  show  clear  𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚕.  it’d  be  rude  to  reject  the  offer  after  all.  third  time's  the  charm,  three  is  the  magic  number,  all  those  other  𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞  𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬  lexi  hears  people  say.  anything  to  justify  the  line  of  shots  they’re  now  intending  to  share,  not  that  they  needed  to.  she  raises  her  own  glass  when  first  toast  is  announced,  meeting  sandra  halfway  to  knock  their  tequilas  together  before  following  sync,  downing  in  one.  the  alcohol  burn  doesn’t  bother  her  as  much  these  days.  if  anything,  it  serves  as  a  𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲  𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻  from  the  constant  hunger  that  CLAWS  at  her  throat,  craving  something  that  can’t  be  ordered  at  the  bar.      ＂      i  feel  like  it’s  one  of  those  things  that  improves  the  more  ya  do  ‘em.  either  that,  or  we  just  scorch  our  tastebuds  off  with  the  fumes.      ＂      hand  is  already  reaching  for  their  second  round,  passing  one  over  to  her  new  drinking  buddy.      ＂      to  the  people  who  didn’t  love  us.  may  they  live  to  regret  it  and  𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎  on  their  apologies  when  they  realise  the  error  of  their  ways.  cheers!      ＂

"There were a few... minor explosions," Jemma explains with a slow smirk. "Think airbag - just a little more umph."

eyebrows raised as she considered what jemma said to her about just how far her remit of said pranks spread. "i'm sorry, explosions?" eyes lit up with excitement, "how much more umph are we talking? like minor or –– building collapse level umph?"