If movin' on had a scoreboard, It'd say
Colt would regret taking an unearned drink when Nova's next throw lands on the bullseye. If she hadn't considered the ice cheating before, she just might now, that or lady luck is just a bitch like usual. Her 'brows hit the roof and she chokes down the last bit of her sip as a sharp inhale draws in of its own accord, the heat of the liquor aerosolized in her lungs. She coughs through the burn, setting her drink down sharply as she croaks out, "well slap my momma, Nova!" She blows out a steadying breath as she straightens up, knife in hand. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were sandbaggin' me." The accusation comes out playful, and the glance she flicks to Nova for a moment is all sly determination. Colt doesn't like losing either, but she'll put up a good fight before calling it quits. Something tells her she's already doomed though.
Seven throws later and two newly finished drinks, Colt's playful edge has turned a bit sharper with frustration. She slaps her knife on the table with the punctuation of her giving in, the empty glasses sitting there like monuments of her defeat. She hit the board a few times, but no bullseye, and it seemed the last few throws only got worse and worse as she missed the board entirely or hit hilt-first again, whether due to the sudden fuzzy warmth of all the quickly imbibed liquor or the haste to stop embarrassing herself, hard to say.
"I concede," she sighs, grabbing for the double that is earned with a skip, per the simple rules they laid down. "Throw again, I'll see if I can match that one, this one's no good for me." She winces through the bite of the shot, wiping the back of her hand over her lips as she sets the glass upside down on the table. "That's G for you, GLITTER for me."
3/4
Nova: G
Colt: GLITTER
Seven throws later and two newly finished drinks, Colt's playful edge has turned a bit sharper with frustration. She slaps her knife on the table with the punctuation of her giving in, the empty glasses sitting there like monuments of her defeat. She hit the board a few times, but no bullseye, and it seemed the last few throws only got worse and worse as she missed the board entirely or hit hilt-first again, whether due to the sudden fuzzy warmth of all the quickly imbibed liquor or the haste to stop embarrassing herself, hard to say.
"I concede," she sighs, grabbing for the double that is earned with a skip, per the simple rules they laid down. "Throw again, I'll see if I can match that one, this one's no good for me." She winces through the bite of the shot, wiping the back of her hand over her lips as she sets the glass upside down on the table. "That's G for you, GLITTER for me."
3/4
Nova: G
Colt: GLITTER
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.
