COLT
She laughs, more earnest now, and points a finger at him in agreement. "My bet's on the latter." He has a look about him that suggests he finds his way to trouble ofteb. It's what's so damn appealing about him too, unfortunately. Colt doesn't let her thoughts linger on that subject for long though, and pulls her gaze away from the snare of his blue eyes. He's definitely trouble.
What he says next takes her by such surprise he nearly sweeps her off her feet with it. She leans deeper into the wagon, the tilt of her head growing more extreme as she eyes him under the brim of her hat. "You can't be serious?" She crosses her arms against her chest, studying him intently, wondering what he's laced those damn peppermint sticks with to spout such nonsense. Yet for all her staring and open-mouthed wondering, he seems as serious as as a preacher in a poker game. She can't keep the wide grin that stretches her mouth or three short laughs that escape like gunfire. "I can imagine your sisters must beat you daily. Is that where you got that from?" She motions at the cut on his lip, too curious now for her own good about this man who controls darkness but lets his sisters pummel him. He's too at odds with himself and right when she thought she had him pegged he reveals a new ace up his sleeve.
"For me?" she repeats, struck with surprise all over again. There's a delight there this time though, a gleam that brightens her eyes as her hands fall to her hips and she takes a step towards him. "Well I'll be, you're here about the Rodeo?" She grins and reaches out to pluck his peppermint sprig from between his teeth, rolling it between her own as unbridled delight races through her. "Well alright then. I'll give your therapy a shot, but I wouldn't call it fair if you didn't hit me back. I ain't a sissy and I wanna see what you're made of, see if you can handle a rodeo, pardner."
From her hip she balls up her hand into a fist and swings it suddenly towards his left side in a hook, expecting this might be the only chance she has at catching him by surprise. She's been in several bar fights, but she's normally one of the ones trying to separate the men.
1/4 hooks a punch for his left side
What he says next takes her by such surprise he nearly sweeps her off her feet with it. She leans deeper into the wagon, the tilt of her head growing more extreme as she eyes him under the brim of her hat. "You can't be serious?" She crosses her arms against her chest, studying him intently, wondering what he's laced those damn peppermint sticks with to spout such nonsense. Yet for all her staring and open-mouthed wondering, he seems as serious as as a preacher in a poker game. She can't keep the wide grin that stretches her mouth or three short laughs that escape like gunfire. "I can imagine your sisters must beat you daily. Is that where you got that from?" She motions at the cut on his lip, too curious now for her own good about this man who controls darkness but lets his sisters pummel him. He's too at odds with himself and right when she thought she had him pegged he reveals a new ace up his sleeve.
"For me?" she repeats, struck with surprise all over again. There's a delight there this time though, a gleam that brightens her eyes as her hands fall to her hips and she takes a step towards him. "Well I'll be, you're here about the Rodeo?" She grins and reaches out to pluck his peppermint sprig from between his teeth, rolling it between her own as unbridled delight races through her. "Well alright then. I'll give your therapy a shot, but I wouldn't call it fair if you didn't hit me back. I ain't a sissy and I wanna see what you're made of, see if you can handle a rodeo, pardner."
From her hip she balls up her hand into a fist and swings it suddenly towards his left side in a hook, expecting this might be the only chance she has at catching him by surprise. She's been in several bar fights, but she's normally one of the ones trying to separate the men.
1/4 hooks a punch for his left side
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.
