COLT
He's got blue eyes, crooked smile
Knows that he drives me wild
Sarcastic and witty, drives like he owns the city
Assertive in the best way, no sleep we stay up playin'
Knows that he drives me wild
Sarcastic and witty, drives like he owns the city
Assertive in the best way, no sleep we stay up playin'
It's hard to say if Vesper's earned any friends in the ranch hands. The scathing look Jesse shoots him for the quip suggests it's a rather simple no, but then the boys have never been keen on losing, or freezing—they might be the best of buds with him yet if they end up on a winning streak, or get five more beers deep. If it'd been a card game they'd take her easy, her bluffing not nearly as formidable as her aim, but Jesse's the one who ran his tongue next to a pool table and landed them in this deal. He'd been hedging on Vesper not being capable of much, but then Jesse's not the most observant. Wyatt knows better, but his loyalty keeps him at the idiot's side, the very same sort that's kept him at Colt's too.
Their systematic defeat is absolutely something Colt's relishing, especially when Jesse's earned it. She's entirely remorseless about securing an extra hour in a warm bed, so a dry laugh rises at Vesper's words, spreading her shameless grin into something with more teeth. The only downside is the rampant arrogance of her mouth makes it difficult to get a seal on the bottle of beer she's reclaimed, hops not particularly the brand of perfume she prefers. One arm folds over her front, the other propped up on it at the elbow, beer bottle dangling loose in her fingers as she holds its neck beside the corner of her smile.
The pride fades steadily, but her sip and everything else becomes an afterthought at that point, her attention settling fully on Vesper and his casual dominance of the space. She could watch him effortlessly claim their victory all night long, bowing over the table in easy command, finding ways to shine even in the dusty dinge of this place, every line of him carved in elegant confidence. Even if she's got a sneaking suspicion that it's more than accuracy guiding his shots, she's just grateful he can hide it, because if he got caught she'd never hear the end of it.
Her smile flutters back to life, pressing in on glass as he looks at her. She takes a quick swig of her beer without breaking eye contact, unwilling to forfeit the view of him more than necessary. "Two crack shots, you lads should just save your coin and swap to water now," she taunts as she reclaims the cue, a sly glance sweeping off Vesper one last time before she pivots back to the game, beer set aside.
As she lines up her shot Jesse makes an obnoxiously shrill noise, and the abrupt laugh that lifts is what sends her hit askew more than anything, the solid '4' thumping uselessly against the side near the corner pocket. She sucks in through her teeth, long and disappointed as she rises. "I always knew you were a cheat," she scolds without heat. "That's why I end up fixin' all the babies you start." She might not care that he ruined her round, but his dusty ego clearly isn't suffering enough if he'd pull that stunt.
With Jesse sulking, something that satisfies her nearly as much as a successful ball in a pocket, Colt steps aside with a grand gesture of her arm for them to please take up the table and score some points. She situates herself beside Vesper, leaning against him until they're nearly flush, the steady plant of one leg the only thing keeping her angled instead of outright surrendered to him. Cue held like a staff in one hand, she extends it across his chest for him to reclaim when they will inevitably be up again. She flops her head to his shoulder with a contented sigh; losing for a little while ain't so bad if it means the felt has stopped separating them for a bit.
Their systematic defeat is absolutely something Colt's relishing, especially when Jesse's earned it. She's entirely remorseless about securing an extra hour in a warm bed, so a dry laugh rises at Vesper's words, spreading her shameless grin into something with more teeth. The only downside is the rampant arrogance of her mouth makes it difficult to get a seal on the bottle of beer she's reclaimed, hops not particularly the brand of perfume she prefers. One arm folds over her front, the other propped up on it at the elbow, beer bottle dangling loose in her fingers as she holds its neck beside the corner of her smile.
The pride fades steadily, but her sip and everything else becomes an afterthought at that point, her attention settling fully on Vesper and his casual dominance of the space. She could watch him effortlessly claim their victory all night long, bowing over the table in easy command, finding ways to shine even in the dusty dinge of this place, every line of him carved in elegant confidence. Even if she's got a sneaking suspicion that it's more than accuracy guiding his shots, she's just grateful he can hide it, because if he got caught she'd never hear the end of it.
Her smile flutters back to life, pressing in on glass as he looks at her. She takes a quick swig of her beer without breaking eye contact, unwilling to forfeit the view of him more than necessary. "Two crack shots, you lads should just save your coin and swap to water now," she taunts as she reclaims the cue, a sly glance sweeping off Vesper one last time before she pivots back to the game, beer set aside.
As she lines up her shot Jesse makes an obnoxiously shrill noise, and the abrupt laugh that lifts is what sends her hit askew more than anything, the solid '4' thumping uselessly against the side near the corner pocket. She sucks in through her teeth, long and disappointed as she rises. "I always knew you were a cheat," she scolds without heat. "That's why I end up fixin' all the babies you start." She might not care that he ruined her round, but his dusty ego clearly isn't suffering enough if he'd pull that stunt.
With Jesse sulking, something that satisfies her nearly as much as a successful ball in a pocket, Colt steps aside with a grand gesture of her arm for them to please take up the table and score some points. She situates herself beside Vesper, leaning against him until they're nearly flush, the steady plant of one leg the only thing keeping her angled instead of outright surrendered to him. Cue held like a staff in one hand, she extends it across his chest for him to reclaim when they will inevitably be up again. She flops her head to his shoulder with a contented sigh; losing for a little while ain't so bad if it means the felt has stopped separating them for a bit.
All the things that he says, go straight to my head
Worships me slowly, tells me I'm his only
They say he's morally grey
What can I say? Grey's my favorite color
Worships me slowly, tells me I'm his only
They say he's morally grey
What can I say? Grey's my favorite color
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.
