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'
She's on the edge of a breath (since she has no seat to speak of) as Vesper approaches the pool table. Even Jesse, roiling as he is, seems to freeze in the moment as they all watch, anticipation like leather between their teeth. As Vesper leans in, Colt does too, gaze straining on that 8 ball. His hands move, clean and precise, and the sweet sound of the ball disappearing into the pocket sends her breath out with a whoop of celebration. Her hat goes flying with the call and she closes the distance between them quick, not seeming to decide if she means to jump in his arms or on his back, but her feet leave the ground one way or another as she bodies into him, grinning and victorious. "You make an awful good partner, pardner," she drawls with a laugh.
On the other side of the table, Wyatt hauls Jesse away with a strong arm around his shoulders, more of a collar than a comfort. Jesse stumbles off muttering about something not being right, about them being too good, and she hears Wyatt handing down the punishment of mucking stalls on top of the feeding for all of the annoyances Jesse caused him this night. Deadiron might not have a bunkhouse full of gentlemen, but it at least expects bets and word to be upheld. Maybe Jesse would find the grace of losing in the manure he'd be collecting.
On the other side of the table, Wyatt hauls Jesse away with a strong arm around his shoulders, more of a collar than a comfort. Jesse stumbles off muttering about something not being right, about them being too good, and she hears Wyatt handing down the punishment of mucking stalls on top of the feeding for all of the annoyances Jesse caused him this night. Deadiron might not have a bunkhouse full of gentlemen, but it at least expects bets and word to be upheld. Maybe Jesse would find the grace of losing in the manure he'd be collecting.
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.
