[Roxy waves a hand, movements loose and free, the telltale sign that she's had a bit much. She points at Soleil.] You. I like your style.
[The little bit of flirtation causes her cheeks to pinken--past what they were, anyway--and Roxy's lips curl up into a satisfied smile.} Oh-em-gee, you're too much. I've gotta repay the favor, kk? No, hush--[She actually reaches out to put a finger on Soleil's lips.] No objections. Let Mama Roxy do her thing.
Waitman! Uh, OJ for my new bff, please. Lots of it.
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[Roxy waves a hand, movements loose and free, the telltale sign that she's had a bit much. She points at Soleil.] You. I like your style.
[The little bit of flirtation causes her cheeks to pinken--past what they were, anyway--and Roxy's lips curl up into a satisfied smile.} Oh-em-gee, you're too much. I've gotta repay the favor, kk? No, hush--[She actually reaches out to put a finger on Soleil's lips.] No objections. Let Mama Roxy do her thing.
Waitman! Uh, OJ for my new bff, please. Lots of it.