// You could be lonely, or heartbroken—Or hungover from the night before //
He popped up like a goddamn ghost, seeming to appear from the ether just to taunt her, and not in the flirty way that she liked. Her head whipped around at his remark, the line of anger immediately there on her 'brow, held back only with uncertainty that surely she hadn't heard him right. "The fuck you say?" she asked for clarification as she looked at him, too at ease with his casual lean on his hands, for someone who just insulted her.
"'Cause I'd hope, friend, that you didn't say what I thought you jus' said." Maybe it was the heat of the alcohol in her gut stoking her, maybe it was the weariness of travel that her closer to the end of her rope than usual, or maybe it was just who the fuck says that to a woman? Her hand gripped her bottle more firmly, a request for the cool glass to steal some of this rising heat from her.
"'Cause I'd hope, friend, that you didn't say what I thought you jus' said." Maybe it was the heat of the alcohol in her gut stoking her, maybe it was the weariness of travel that her closer to the end of her rope than usual, or maybe it was just who the fuck says that to a woman? Her hand gripped her bottle more firmly, a request for the cool glass to steal some of this rising heat from her.
COLT
// Turn that frown into a smile real quick—There ain't nothin' that a beer can't fix //
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.
