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'
A short laugh breaks free, bold and unforgiving as Jesse staggers to the table after getting caught on a shadow. The jostle thoroughly ruins whatever puffed up chest he still clung to. "Looks like Jesse already enjoyed the evening plenty if he can't even walk. That why you playing so shit?" Not suspecting Vesper, and her gaze drawn too high to the nice view of him to notice any midnight hounds weaving around ankles, Jesse just appears to trip over himself. Of course he's not that drunk yet, but she can't miss the opportunity that's presented itself to mock him and his balance. Jesse wheels around as her chuckles die out, staring at the ground for some ledge or object to explain his fumble, but after some grumbling from Wyatt he gets on with the game.
Slipping into his side and wearing his arm is easy, so dangerously easy. It could always be this simple, she supposes, but she doesn't bother to sort any of that out right now, or ever really. The warm buzz of drinks and nearly claimed victory is a sound that eagerly drowns out all the rest that dare to rise up inside her, and she lets it. It doesn't quite hold his voice at bay though, and to it she turns her head up faintly. "You claimin' you're innocent right now sugar?" There's a glint to the gaze she offers him that's a dare. Whether for him to prove it, or ruin it, isn't entirely clear, even to her.
Her smile grows back into something wide and sly the longer she looks at him. "Besides," she clarifies, voice dropping softer, forcing her to lean in further and get on her tiptoes to make sure he can catch it over the bar noise, her hat sheltering them both for a moment as she tilts and turns. "I don't remember sayin' your trouble's a bad thing." She steals a kiss from just the corner of his lips, pulling back with a wild grin and a mild shove as the groans of the boys suggests Vesper's up again.
Slipping into his side and wearing his arm is easy, so dangerously easy. It could always be this simple, she supposes, but she doesn't bother to sort any of that out right now, or ever really. The warm buzz of drinks and nearly claimed victory is a sound that eagerly drowns out all the rest that dare to rise up inside her, and she lets it. It doesn't quite hold his voice at bay though, and to it she turns her head up faintly. "You claimin' you're innocent right now sugar?" There's a glint to the gaze she offers him that's a dare. Whether for him to prove it, or ruin it, isn't entirely clear, even to her.
Her smile grows back into something wide and sly the longer she looks at him. "Besides," she clarifies, voice dropping softer, forcing her to lean in further and get on her tiptoes to make sure he can catch it over the bar noise, her hat sheltering them both for a moment as she tilts and turns. "I don't remember sayin' your trouble's a bad thing." She steals a kiss from just the corner of his lips, pulling back with a wild grin and a mild shove as the groans of the boys suggests Vesper's up again.
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.
