If movin' on had a scoreboard, It'd say
Her eye follows the line Nova points to the rather sad looking dartboard left in the corner like some artifact they each couldn't decide what to do with, so chose to ignore. Admittedly, plenty of dartboards in other bars have looked exactly the same, although none that she recalls have had a rainbow shimmering across them.
"Perfect!" she says with a clap of her hands as she slides off the stool, leaving her jacket and hat in it's place while she swipes up her drink and knife. She takes another sip, the bite of the alcohol building more, a reminder of the liberal measuring Nova had done. She follows after Nova with a grin, always happy to turn something into a bit of reckless fun if it can be had. "Best of both worlds, GLITTER HORSE?" she suggests, one 'brow lifted as she awaits approval. "Speaking of," she drawls with newfound mischief, a sly glance cut sidelong at Nova as Colt places her drink somewhere nearby. "Y'know they make glitter for horse hooves. People do it all the time for a show. Betcha Vesper could use some next time."
Well, this is what he gets for being out.
"Alright," she says with a bit more seriousness as she holds her knife out for them both to see, flicking the blade point out. "I did get lessons once from this old guy at a pub. He told me, pinch the balance point between your fingers, blade side up, and as you tilt it back you aim where it'll release from your hand when it's extended." Colt does a few fake motions to demonstrate, and to warm up, before handing over the knife, hilt-first to Nova. "Rodeo star throws first," she crowns her.
"Perfect!" she says with a clap of her hands as she slides off the stool, leaving her jacket and hat in it's place while she swipes up her drink and knife. She takes another sip, the bite of the alcohol building more, a reminder of the liberal measuring Nova had done. She follows after Nova with a grin, always happy to turn something into a bit of reckless fun if it can be had. "Best of both worlds, GLITTER HORSE?" she suggests, one 'brow lifted as she awaits approval. "Speaking of," she drawls with newfound mischief, a sly glance cut sidelong at Nova as Colt places her drink somewhere nearby. "Y'know they make glitter for horse hooves. People do it all the time for a show. Betcha Vesper could use some next time."
Well, this is what he gets for being out.
"Alright," she says with a bit more seriousness as she holds her knife out for them both to see, flicking the blade point out. "I did get lessons once from this old guy at a pub. He told me, pinch the balance point between your fingers, blade side up, and as you tilt it back you aim where it'll release from your hand when it's extended." Colt does a few fake motions to demonstrate, and to warm up, before handing over the knife, hilt-first to Nova. "Rodeo star throws first," she crowns her.
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.
