It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown
A chuckle rolls free, tumbling over the edge of the glass like a wind shoving a storm to shape as Colt sets her drink down. She can't help it really, even though she's positive it won't help her situation with this woman at all. Thal just has such a damn edge to her, like a freshly sharpened knife you tempt running your finger against. "Well, you're just a peach ain'tcha?" Colt drawls out, sinking with a laziness akin to dead weight the more Thal tries to shove her off. Just like when the broncs start up, you gotta ride it out, otherwise they learn pitching a fit works. Colt's got nothing better to do than to be more stubborn, and she's got a few buckles to her name that are worth at least eight seconds of hell.
Much as Colt can appreciate a good round of silence to simmer in the piss you accidentally stepped in, she normally picks the emptiness of her house, or the darker corners of the House of Midnight. One's for stewing in it until it breaks, the other's for hoping someone else'll snap it off for her, but either way, she doesn't look for it in a place meant to be loud, the same way she wouldn't cast a line in a field and complain the fish aren't biting. "Y'know Peach," she says with an idle tap of her finger along her glass, deciding this would be Thal's name now since she didn't deign to offer one.
Amusement curls along her lips like a cat's tail, twitching at the corner with the sort of mischief that comes just before everything on a shelf gets shoved off. "Usually if you're hunting for quiet, a party ain't it." Casually, Colt straightens up a little bit more, both palms pressing against the edge of the table, fingers curling under it. It's subtle enough to look like a different sort of lean, but she means to use the top like a buffer, a brace, if the need should arise. Always good to have a plan for getting off a bronc before you get broken instead of them.
Colt's hoping they don't get to that point, but Thal's got a look to her that suggests she just might trample anything and everything tonight, even if it hurts her in the process too.
"Could wingwoman for you though, get you some quiet in the corner of the woods with a man," Colt offers, a genuine smile there. "Or a woman," no judgement, though she wouldn't be as proficient with the latter.
Much as Colt can appreciate a good round of silence to simmer in the piss you accidentally stepped in, she normally picks the emptiness of her house, or the darker corners of the House of Midnight. One's for stewing in it until it breaks, the other's for hoping someone else'll snap it off for her, but either way, she doesn't look for it in a place meant to be loud, the same way she wouldn't cast a line in a field and complain the fish aren't biting. "Y'know Peach," she says with an idle tap of her finger along her glass, deciding this would be Thal's name now since she didn't deign to offer one.
Amusement curls along her lips like a cat's tail, twitching at the corner with the sort of mischief that comes just before everything on a shelf gets shoved off. "Usually if you're hunting for quiet, a party ain't it." Casually, Colt straightens up a little bit more, both palms pressing against the edge of the table, fingers curling under it. It's subtle enough to look like a different sort of lean, but she means to use the top like a buffer, a brace, if the need should arise. Always good to have a plan for getting off a bronc before you get broken instead of them.
Colt's hoping they don't get to that point, but Thal's got a look to her that suggests she just might trample anything and everything tonight, even if it hurts her in the process too.
"Could wingwoman for you though, get you some quiet in the corner of the woods with a man," Colt offers, a genuine smile there. "Or a woman," no judgement, though she wouldn't be as proficient with the latter.
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.
