[SE] Break the rules, cross a line, make a mess

Thalassa

Thal isn't convinced Colt has enough ship experience to be considered a reliable critic, and she silently vows to somehow get the woman to admit her misplaced judgement. Not that she has any intention of being a ranch hand, but the idea is intriguing, a snort of a laugh jumping out at the woman's lofty ambitions. "First mate? Oh no. You'd start with swabbing the decks as a crewmate just like everyone else." Grinning, she points her fork Colt's way. "Make it a day and I might be willing."

But then the show begins, the 'cat' turning out to be a wailing possum with scoliosis, and Thal loses it. The expressions on the customers' faces are priceless, mouths gaping and eyes nearly falling out of their head to tumble onto the broken glass. A few turn red, moving to enact justice for their spilled liquor, ready to do the bouncer's job for him, but failing to do so before he can. 

By the time Colt's being dragged from the bar, Thal is laughing hysterically, stealing a final bite of cake before following them with a stumbling gait before Lou even gestures her way. The large man practically drops the rancher in the alley, glaring menacingly at them to scram, an attempt Thal finds adorable. Spinning (and nearly tripping herself), she winks at him, doing her best to look sexy - and failing miserably. It's hard to seduce someone with a dick on her forehead and the balance of a wobbly stool. It's no wonder the bouncer's gaze turns cold, unamused by the antics of two drunk women. 

So she turns at the sound of Colt's voice, leaving the man to guard the door. For a moment, she thinks the rancher might ask for more than just matching tattoos, regret darkening her thoughts as she expects to hear the word 'bald' rather than 'blonde.' Blinking her surprise (and relief), another chime of laughter rings out, bright and obnoxious in the quiet dark of the alley. "Fine, but is this because I took yours from you? You remember you offered." She points her finger accusingly, biting her lip to keep the laughter at bay.

Never been the type to
Let someone see right through

One day is certainly more appealing than a week, Colt could agree, although it hardly seems long enough to really get a taste for the life, either one. This is assuming either of them remembers this the next day (today?), or bothers to act on it. Maybe the next time they butt heads in an annoyingly similar way over a topic.

Laughter is certainly not the gratitude Colt had been expecting for her magnanimous offer. One brow quirks as her hands fist at her hips, lips thinning as she quietly wonders if she could tackle Thal to the ground with the motor function she's got left and shear her right now. "Are you really gonna compare going blonde to being bald?" Colt scoffs. "C'mon, let's find some seedy salon or vendor, I'm sure there's bullshit still open this late."

Colt

Hole in your heart with some good aim

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Thalassa

Her grin sharpens, knowing she probably shouldn't be poking the bear who chose to let her keep her hair; but she can't help the amusement, a prodding at the absurd situation they've found themselves in tonight. "No. Just wondering if you already miss having a blonde between the two of us." And if it can't be Colt... 

Wobbling to sidestep any punches or thrown objects of retaliation, she laughs and half leads, half stumbles down the street on their search. It takes more than a few minutes, the few places open being more tattoo parlors, bars, and brothels, but after inquiring loudly to a hot bouncer, they're directed into another dark alley. 

Stopping in front of a shop with rusty oversized scissors dangling above the door and lights glowing from within, Thal tilts her head and glances at Colt. "This place'll work." Flashing a confident grin, she steps inside and convinces the purple haired woman to bleach her hair a platinum blonde. The mirror is too dirty to tell if it's a look she'll like, but a deal's a deal, and she steps out to greet Colt with liquid courage confidence. 

She flicks a few wavy blonde strands behind a shoulder, winking at the rancher. "Thanks for a fun night. Until next time." And with a flick of her tail, she moves to find a space big enough for her lyvern shift, planning to fly erratically home and crash in her bed. 

[FIN]

Never been the type to
Let someone see right through