COLT
The day is just starting to edge into dusk, and the haze of it settles expertly around the House of Midnight. Colt steps through the entry doors with practiced ease. With her ranch just up the road, and this the closest bar and dance floor in town, it's become a common haunt of hers, and she finds its patrons passed out in her yard most mornings. Her horse is hitched outside and content to wait out the night, but she presses inward into the promise of revelry, the day's work spent and the night threatening to be a lonely one otherwise. Dogs and tequila only warm your heart for so long.
Bedecked in her usual attire, boots, jeans, and a button up shirt with a hat to top it all off, she is cleaner than usual, this set specifically saved for dancing and not wrangling. She's showered too, so the perfume of cow shit that otherwise wafts after her is absent, replaced with some sort of floral spritz. It's a wonder she's still single.
"Thorn!" she shouts into the din, casting a glance around for the courtesan who has promised to hoedown with her tonight. She backs onto a stool at the bar as she looks, motioning to the barkeep for a shot of blanco. She sets the bundle of leather and fringe along the counter, smiling at the western twang that has already begun further down in the dining area. Line dancing night is her favorite night here.
Bedecked in her usual attire, boots, jeans, and a button up shirt with a hat to top it all off, she is cleaner than usual, this set specifically saved for dancing and not wrangling. She's showered too, so the perfume of cow shit that otherwise wafts after her is absent, replaced with some sort of floral spritz. It's a wonder she's still single.
"Thorn!" she shouts into the din, casting a glance around for the courtesan who has promised to hoedown with her tonight. She backs onto a stool at the bar as she looks, motioning to the barkeep for a shot of blanco. She sets the bundle of leather and fringe along the counter, smiling at the western twang that has already begun further down in the dining area. Line dancing night is her favorite night here.
I had some help
It ain't like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
Don't act like you ain't help me pull that bottle off the shelf
It ain't like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
Don't act like you ain't help me pull that bottle off the shelf
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
