It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown
Thal's the best kind of bronc. Moves just enough to make it fun, flashed her hooves to keep the crowd entertained, but isn't too wild to keep a seat on. "Mm, well, that's no different from any other night then, is it?" Colt laughs low, suggesting she knows all about the type of handling men try to manage. Although her gaze does flick back to the crowd, searching for some sign of the one that's got his grip on her lately, a handling by him one she wouldn't mind. There's no cloak, mask, or chin that would suggest it belongs to Mr. Midnight, so looks like she'd be sticking with Peach a bit longer.
Colt's gaze slides back to Thal as the woman guzzles bourbon like a parched plant does water. Just the sight of it has Colt's throat burning with a secondhand buzz. "I could ask you the same question Peach," Colt returns with a lopsided smile, reaching for another sip of her margarita. She's not trying to pace this lush, but she does mean to finish her drink before hitting the dance floor. "I am hoping to dance though. I think I ought to give up on my partner, he blends in too well." Hell, she can hit up the floor with Hawthorn any day, hopefully he found someone else lovely to twirl with and she could do the same. No Vesper in sight though, so maybe she'd have to find a different set of blue eyes to ask. Sunjata is one she doesn't have to hunt down, just has to look up for.
Although there is a stormy pair right in front of her too. Peach has turned down all her offers so far, and after drinking and fucking Colt's starting to run out of ideas. "Wanna dance, Peach?" The quirk of her 'brows is fully serious as she tilts the rest of her drink back.
Colt's gaze slides back to Thal as the woman guzzles bourbon like a parched plant does water. Just the sight of it has Colt's throat burning with a secondhand buzz. "I could ask you the same question Peach," Colt returns with a lopsided smile, reaching for another sip of her margarita. She's not trying to pace this lush, but she does mean to finish her drink before hitting the dance floor. "I am hoping to dance though. I think I ought to give up on my partner, he blends in too well." Hell, she can hit up the floor with Hawthorn any day, hopefully he found someone else lovely to twirl with and she could do the same. No Vesper in sight though, so maybe she'd have to find a different set of blue eyes to ask. Sunjata is one she doesn't have to hunt down, just has to look up for.
Although there is a stormy pair right in front of her too. Peach has turned down all her offers so far, and after drinking and fucking Colt's starting to run out of ideas. "Wanna dance, Peach?" The quirk of her 'brows is fully serious as she tilts the rest of her drink back.
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.
