COLT
She doesn't expect much from people usually, but there's a stroke of surprise that she can't keep reined in when Jack so casually refers to his children as a business expense. Given her trade with livestock, dealing in babies isn't exactly new to her, just never extended past animals before. "Three for the price of one? Sounds like a bargain," she humors him, but she can't quite find it in her to laugh at it. Then again Jack is here, so maybe there's more than the value of a trade here after all.
Theea's abrupt stiffening widens Colt's eyes, cracking an open-mouthed grin at the woman. "Atta girl," Colt cheers with a thump of encouragement on Theea's back. "Just keep it down and you're golden." Her hand slides across the bar to the Paloma Jack delivers, a look spared his way in equal parts gratitude and agreement. She swipes up the pink drink (Nova would be proud) to meet Theea's toast with a clink of glass and a quick tilt back of the liquor, determined not to get out-paced already. "Hell no," Colt snorts. "Crowd it all honey. You make room for yourself, always. You try scurrying away and I promise to drag you back. Besides, you don't wanna miss any of that, it's the best part. Especially when you got the luxury of watching and not participating." The thing about parties and bars, they make friends out of strangers.
Vesper slides up the way a cat's tail wraps around its toes. She turns her head towards him, leaning heavier on her hand as she does, like she's getting ready to look for a while. Since purging him from her mind had been a fool's game, much like trying to not think about something makes it all you wind up thinking about, she's aiming at keeping him suspended now. The trick will be making sure she doesn't let him sink too deep.
A smile beams wide as he shakes the package, secretly delighted to be the one in charge of the surprise for once, and glad to be able to give something to him for a change. "An IOU?" her 'brow kicks up, "thought you said I didn't owe you nothing." She smirks as she takes another sip of her drink, trying to hide the laugh behind the ice at his next two guesses. "A mini lasso isn't a bad idea. I was shootin' for a saddle, but unfortunately, I didn't have your measurements."
It all pauses though, and at first Colt isn't sure why, so that usually means something like a tempest is coming in. She straightens up a bit, catching the sudden shift in him like the change of the wind. He hates it, the only reason she can gather on such short notice. She stiffens, her head lifting from her hand as she readies for something sharp. It's there on the edge of his eyes, flicked back and forth like a pocket knife between the box and Jack. Although he has never turned something so pointed towards her, habits aren't so easy to drop, especially the ones you never meant to form.
She slightly flinches when he leans in, but nothing wicked comes, just a tone low with conspiracy, not cruelty. The drama Theea had just been mentioning, the kind Colt had just been rooting for. Nothing more than his attention turning, that's all.
His elbow looses an exhale from her and she grips the drink for security, smoothing out all the ruffles of her past with a wash of grapefruit and heat. It's over in a blink, just the echo of a ghost, but the cold that lingers makes her lean into him more. Her head tilts against his arm and her hand curls against the crook of his elbow, grabbing for his warmth like a better reminder. Praying her slip goes unnoticed, she feeds into the dramatics a bit to hide it all, "oh? He about to get dropped?" She cranes her head around his chest, peering over at the couple.
Vesper slides up the way a cat's tail wraps around its toes. She turns her head towards him, leaning heavier on her hand as she does, like she's getting ready to look for a while. Since purging him from her mind had been a fool's game, much like trying to not think about something makes it all you wind up thinking about, she's aiming at keeping him suspended now. The trick will be making sure she doesn't let him sink too deep.
A smile beams wide as he shakes the package, secretly delighted to be the one in charge of the surprise for once, and glad to be able to give something to him for a change. "An IOU?" her 'brow kicks up, "thought you said I didn't owe you nothing." She smirks as she takes another sip of her drink, trying to hide the laugh behind the ice at his next two guesses. "A mini lasso isn't a bad idea. I was shootin' for a saddle, but unfortunately, I didn't have your measurements."
It all pauses though, and at first Colt isn't sure why, so that usually means something like a tempest is coming in. She straightens up a bit, catching the sudden shift in him like the change of the wind. He hates it, the only reason she can gather on such short notice. She stiffens, her head lifting from her hand as she readies for something sharp. It's there on the edge of his eyes, flicked back and forth like a pocket knife between the box and Jack. Although he has never turned something so pointed towards her, habits aren't so easy to drop, especially the ones you never meant to form.
She slightly flinches when he leans in, but nothing wicked comes, just a tone low with conspiracy, not cruelty. The drama Theea had just been mentioning, the kind Colt had just been rooting for. Nothing more than his attention turning, that's all.
His elbow looses an exhale from her and she grips the drink for security, smoothing out all the ruffles of her past with a wash of grapefruit and heat. It's over in a blink, just the echo of a ghost, but the cold that lingers makes her lean into him more. Her head tilts against his arm and her hand curls against the crook of his elbow, grabbing for his warmth like a better reminder. Praying her slip goes unnoticed, she feeds into the dramatics a bit to hide it all, "oh? He about to get dropped?" She cranes her head around his chest, peering over at the couple.
Everything I hold dear resides in those eyes
You got that power over me
The only one I know, the only one on my mind
You got that power over me
The only one I know, the only one on my mind
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.
