It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown
"Well, if that ain't the kindest way someone's ever told me to fuck off before," she chuckles into the rim of the cider as she takes a drink. Unfortunately it hits her in all the wrong ways, face pulled to the side in displeasure as she pulls the cup away, forcing down the sip. Her gaze does follow where he gestures, and it doesn't take long to identify the golden shine and the iridescent glitter that belong to Vesper's siblings. He's not directly with them though, and the crowd's grown thick enough she probably couldn't pick him out even if everyone wasn't dressed nearly identical. Though she'll keep her eyes peeled for someone tall, dark, and handsome, might have some shadows flitting about at his feet and a terribly handsome pair of eyes behind a mask. The night's young though, and she doesn't plan on waiting by a wall for him to show up or weaving through the thick of it all just to stare into every mask until she finds the right one. They'll find each other, the gravity of him wouldn't allow anything less.
"Don't worry Jack, you were just a familiar cloak by the drinks, I mean to hit the dance floor as soon as I grab some better shit than this... and find wherever my dancing partner ran off to." There's a sigh with no heart to it as she scans the crowd for Hawthorn, not entirely sure how she lost him in the span of five minutes they've been here. Although his is an outfit she does recognize, she gives up the search in favor of setting down the apple swill she picked up. Every time she thinks she'll like it, because regular apple cider is delicious, and every time she's reminded that she can't actually stand most drinks. Well, worth a shot.
"Enjoy your people watching, captain," she murmurs in farewell as she slips into the line for the bartender, a margarita the only palette cleanser that'll do.
"Don't worry Jack, you were just a familiar cloak by the drinks, I mean to hit the dance floor as soon as I grab some better shit than this... and find wherever my dancing partner ran off to." There's a sigh with no heart to it as she scans the crowd for Hawthorn, not entirely sure how she lost him in the span of five minutes they've been here. Although his is an outfit she does recognize, she gives up the search in favor of setting down the apple swill she picked up. Every time she thinks she'll like it, because regular apple cider is delicious, and every time she's reminded that she can't actually stand most drinks. Well, worth a shot.
"Enjoy your people watching, captain," she murmurs in farewell as she slips into the line for the bartender, a margarita the only palette cleanser that'll do.
Colt
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now
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.
