charlie
Charlie arrives like a spark struck to dry prairie grass—flashy, fast-burning, and impossible to ignore. Perched atop candy-apple-red boots with heels sharp enough to carve kindling, she’s draped in a barely-there tie-front blouse printed with gold flames and little devils that wink when the sun hits just right. Daisy Dukes ride high on her hips, all frayed hems and long, honey-gold legs that gleam in the humid heat. Her usual jewels glitter at her ears and collarbones—ruby hoops, a charm necklace that swings with every strut, and enough bangles to jingle like a windchime in heat. Her ruby horns are polished to a shine, her tail flicking lazily behind her, and she looks as if she’s just wandered off the cover of Cowgirls & Chaos Monthly. She surveys the scene with a slow, predatory smile, eyes catching on all the familiar faces and past flings like stars in a constellation of debauchery.
First, she spots Sunjata and Dantalion. "Hey youuu!" she calls sweetly to the Flood, voice like honey lit on fire. Her fingers flutter in a glittering wave, and she blows a kiss that could melt steel, first to him, then to Danta. Her attention snags next on Maea, who she blows a fiery kiss to that becomes a butterfly of fire.
Then her gaze slides, lazy and deliberate, to the one man who looks like he isn't here to have a good time at all. Slinking over with a hip-sway like it was invented for rodeos, Charlie sidles into Jack 's space with the practiced ease of a woman who’s danced around rejection and made it purr. Her tail flicks once, brushing lightly past the back of his calf—innocent and very much not.
She arrives just in time to catch the tail end of his exchange, and a sly grin curls her mouth. "Mmm," she purrs, licking a touch of sugar from her thumb, though there’s no snack in sight. "Now why aren’t you tossing your hat in to be ridden, Captain?" she asks, eyes gleaming as they rake slowly down and up his form, heat-laced and unrepentant.
Charles will ride!
First, she spots Sunjata and Dantalion. "Hey youuu!" she calls sweetly to the Flood, voice like honey lit on fire. Her fingers flutter in a glittering wave, and she blows a kiss that could melt steel, first to him, then to Danta. Her attention snags next on Maea, who she blows a fiery kiss to that becomes a butterfly of fire.
Then her gaze slides, lazy and deliberate, to the one man who looks like he isn't here to have a good time at all. Slinking over with a hip-sway like it was invented for rodeos, Charlie sidles into Jack 's space with the practiced ease of a woman who’s danced around rejection and made it purr. Her tail flicks once, brushing lightly past the back of his calf—innocent and very much not.
She arrives just in time to catch the tail end of his exchange, and a sly grin curls her mouth. "Mmm," she purrs, licking a touch of sugar from her thumb, though there’s no snack in sight. "Now why aren’t you tossing your hat in to be ridden, Captain?" she asks, eyes gleaming as they rake slowly down and up his form, heat-laced and unrepentant.
Charles will ride!
oh I like my boys playin' hard to get
and I like my men all incompetent
and I like my men all incompetent
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
