Flower Festival: Flowers for the Blue Horseshoe
@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”
Careful to clean up any loose leaves or stems, Abigail stealthily exited without a trace.
