A/N: Hello again, gentle readers~ This is another answer to a drabble request made by Kuneko, who's mind brings together a fascinating assortment of characters. It was rather amusing to write honestly, given the characters involved. Flora apparently transforms into a funny creature when put into my hands. Anyway, happy reading!
So, she was a little bit drunk. The walls of the dig site were blurry, looking a hazy brown in the lantern light, and the dirt underneath her was dampening her clothes. Flora juggled a hand-shovel between her hands, giggling maniacally whenever it crashed into the meticulously groomed earth at her feet.
Carter had confined himself to their quarters for the day, well and done with their continuous arguments. Flora took another swig from her flask at the thought, marvelling at the warm whiskey that burned down her throat. Truthfully, she just couldn't see how the dig was worth it anymore. They'd been at it for 5 years, and for what, a few pots and statues?
And, when Flora was unhappy, Flora yelled. At this point, she'd been yelling at things for weeks. Someone complained about her cooking? She'd yell and throw forks at their head. Someone stole her favorite spot at the bar? She'd yell and throw moonshine into their eyes before divesting them of their seat. The archeologist was done with this town and its stupid people and their stupid comments.
Coming out of her thoughts, the sound of clunky footsteps coming down the stairs prodded at Flora's muffled awareness. She gripped her canteen tightly, protectively, the metal biting into her flesh. She just knew that whoever came in would probably tell her off for having it.
Gritting her teeth in preparation, she hoisted herself to her feet, unsteadily swiveling to face her intruder head on. The site she found - a hot cowboy-hat wearing man at that – was the last thing she'd expected to see.
The man was the Indiana Jones of her dreams, and all she wanted was to wrap herself in those muscular arms and swoon all day.
Flora husked out dreamily. "Now, just who are you, hot stuff?"
Tall, hat and handsome cleared his throat, replying in a tenor that made Flora's legs weak: "I'm looking for Professor Carter, is he here?"
"I asked who you were, not why you're here." Flora did her best to saunter her way over, tripping only once over a stray sand tray in her path. The gorgeous stranger stood impassive before her, arms crossed and body guarded. Tall, hat-ed, handsome and quiet? It was her lucky day.
"My apologies…" he looked her up and down slowly, in what Flora could only assume was his way of checking her out. His hesitant voice, however, wasn't so easily explained. "…Ma'am. I'm Dr. Calvin, head of Goddess relics at Flowerbud university," Calvin cleared his throat again, taking a step back toward the stairs, looking eager to get out of there as soon as possible.
To Flora, he was simply delectable. She'd almost forgotten what politeness even sounded like. Within a few steps, she'd forced herself into his personal space, pushing him back into the boards supporting the outer walls.
"Well," the blond's eyes salaciously scanned the man standing before her. He gulped noticeably under her gaze, looking around uncomfortably. "The professor isn't here at the moment, but please, stay~"
Clearly, Flora would never leave, but she would make sure he wouldn't either.