// and all my flowers grew back as thorns //
Seeing the shine of approval in her eyes, Thorn immediately feels better for the potential idea that he’d overdressed, settling in beside her with a soft laugh and a shake of his head. “I’ve got a lotta variety, that’s true.” Thorn teases back, flashing her a charming smile as he sits there looking like starlight personified as the oil lamps in the House of Midnight begin to dim.
As for the bartender, though, he snorts to see Colt’s wink before withdrawing to leave them be, and Thorn watches him leave them alone for a few moments before he’s leaning forward to sip at his drink once she’s clinked her shot against it, taking a couple deep sips from the straw. “Cheers!” He chimes with a bright smile after her glass clinks against the top of the bar.
Turning a bit more toward her with a little bit of surprise to see the chaps handed to him, his smile twisting into pure mischief as he’s about to tell her that he does in fact have a pair of these already for work – but these ones feel far more comfortable and likely to not have to be pressed against bare skin. “I’m never gonna say no t’stylish things, Colt.” He chirps, running his hands along them before he straightens up suddenly, the alcohol making his head a little fuzzier than it normally was. “Should I put ‘em on now?” It was for the line dancing… wasn’t it?
As for the bartender, though, he snorts to see Colt’s wink before withdrawing to leave them be, and Thorn watches him leave them alone for a few moments before he’s leaning forward to sip at his drink once she’s clinked her shot against it, taking a couple deep sips from the straw. “Cheers!” He chimes with a bright smile after her glass clinks against the top of the bar.
Turning a bit more toward her with a little bit of surprise to see the chaps handed to him, his smile twisting into pure mischief as he’s about to tell her that he does in fact have a pair of these already for work – but these ones feel far more comfortable and likely to not have to be pressed against bare skin. “I’m never gonna say no t’stylish things, Colt.” He chirps, running his hands along them before he straightens up suddenly, the alcohol making his head a little fuzzier than it normally was. “Should I put ‘em on now?” It was for the line dancing… wasn’t it?
THORN
