#brawling-bitch

@citruschase @ibukimura @brawling-bitch @sabri-nahh @muscadelle

Abigail slipped into the Blue Horseshoe a bit early, hoping to find a moment to herself before the little bar filled up with customers and coworkers alike. The bar was empty, quiet, calm. Still filled with, you know, character, but really very peaceful.

Not taking any chances with running into Marlin or any of his lackeys, Abigail bee-lined for the kitchen. She searched for a clean bar pitcher and made her way back to the front, cautiously pausing to peek into the empty bar before reentering.

The coast was still clear.

She pulled a little water into the pitcher and set it onto the bar counter. Opening the messenger bag slung across her shoulders, she brought out a package of assorted flowers wrapped in thick, brown paper, an old pair of scissors, and a bit of black ribbon. 

With a tenacity that might have made her coworkers and boss proud, Abigail set to work creating a humble arrangement of hefty, yellow sunflowers, tiny red alstroemeria, and beautiful purpley-blue lisianthuses. She finished her arrangement with a hastily tied bow of black ribbon around the outside of the pitcher and fixed it with a little note that read:

“Happy Flower Festival, ya goons. Don’t think I’ve gotten all mushy just because I brought you guys flowers. x Abigail”

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"You’re not going to leave me alone tonight, are you?”

Her playful put turned to a smile to the brunette behind the bar and she leaned against the counter. Alicia could already feel the stares of the men who were also at the counter, but she didn’t mind them. They were welcomed. There’s no point in keeping her good looks to herself, right?

Sure thing!

@brawling-bitch

While he had definitely planned a more traditional encounter for Elliott, things between him and Angela were definitely less so. He knocked lightly on her bedroom door several times before listening for her cue to enter, swinging the door open and chucking a bouquet identical to the one he had given Elliott onto her lap on the bed.

Lavender roses and red roses.

“Sorry it took so long, you know I like being fashionably late.”

He climbed onto her bed, sitting by her feet.

The flowers were beautiful and unexpected.

Of course, he knew who they were from, the green ribbon was such a dead giveaway, plus the lack of any sappy card tucked between the delicate green stems. Chase had been thrilled by the gesture, placing the flowers in a vase next to Elliott’s before setting off for the day.

It wasn’t until he got home that he looked up the meaning of those flowers, because the language of plants wasn’t something he was really familiar with.

Red roses seemed pretty simple before, so he hadn’t bothered.

Every meaning between the pink and blue blooms set his heart on fire and he had to set his phone down for a moment and avert his gaze from the table altogether.

“Heya Alicia, happy Flower Festival. I got these for ya! Though you probably already saw them coming, so I don’t need to tell you any sappy things. It’s not like I was ever any good at words anyway

-Angela”

Oh, how Alicia loved receiving gifts. There was something about knowing how people admired her and wanted to shower her with attention and love -- whether she accepted it or not -- that kept a smile on her face. It was a daily joy of hers.

And this small delivery of flowers was the best yet. Angela, her partner in crime, had never failed to show her some sort of attention, but that wasn’t the only reason that the brunette was one of her closest friends to date. There was a long list.

“We’ll have to get together soon, darling~”