If movin' on had a scoreboard, It'd say
Colt doesn't miss the way the words next time slip in, and a smirk settles in response. "Can't wait to try it," she murmurs, sealing the deal. As for the concoction being brewed now though, Colt's head presses heavier on her hands as her gaze follows Nova, trying to keep track of the ingredients. One 'brow lifts at one point as she watches a rather heavy pour make its way in, not that she's complaining.
At its completion, Colt reaches across to take it, swiping up a bit of the cinnamon sugar crystals as she sips experimentally. The ginger and the spices give a mild kick on her tongue, but they're smoothed out with the apple cider and the sweetness of the sugar, overall making it an easy drink, even for her. Her gaze cuts over the glass towards Nova as she tilts it down, smacking her lips against a lingering droplet. "Shit honey, you better put that one on the menu, that's good." She takes another, deeper pull of it this time, contented by the warm coil the liquor makes as it winds down her.
Before she goes entirely fuzzy today, Colt's gaze sharpens into an idea as she regards the sparkling bartender. "Say, ya'll got a dartboard in here?" Colt reaches back and fishes a pocket knife out of her back pocket, laying it on the bar top. "What do you say to a game of darts, but with knives?" Colt's not particularly skilled with knives, has always preferred to keep her distance if she ever winds up in a fight, but it sure seems more useful to try flinging steel than balloon-poppers. "To make it extra fun, we can play it HORSE style. So you throw the dagger in some unique way and I gotta match it. If I don't, I get a letter and have to drink. If I do, then you have to try and copy my throw and avoid getting a letter. Whoever spells HORSE first loses." She tilts her head, smile easy with the challenge of fun.
At its completion, Colt reaches across to take it, swiping up a bit of the cinnamon sugar crystals as she sips experimentally. The ginger and the spices give a mild kick on her tongue, but they're smoothed out with the apple cider and the sweetness of the sugar, overall making it an easy drink, even for her. Her gaze cuts over the glass towards Nova as she tilts it down, smacking her lips against a lingering droplet. "Shit honey, you better put that one on the menu, that's good." She takes another, deeper pull of it this time, contented by the warm coil the liquor makes as it winds down her.
Before she goes entirely fuzzy today, Colt's gaze sharpens into an idea as she regards the sparkling bartender. "Say, ya'll got a dartboard in here?" Colt reaches back and fishes a pocket knife out of her back pocket, laying it on the bar top. "What do you say to a game of darts, but with knives?" Colt's not particularly skilled with knives, has always preferred to keep her distance if she ever winds up in a fight, but it sure seems more useful to try flinging steel than balloon-poppers. "To make it extra fun, we can play it HORSE style. So you throw the dagger in some unique way and I gotta match it. If I don't, I get a letter and have to drink. If I do, then you have to try and copy my throw and avoid getting a letter. Whoever spells HORSE first loses." She tilts her head, smile easy with the challenge of fun.
Colt
You and your memory, one, me and this bar, none
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.
