// Ther's no competition //
"That!" Nova snaps around to point at Caly, the word coming so easily to her sibling. She grins at Colt. "See?! My sister's the smartest! She knows all the big words!" There are plenty of other reasons she's the best, but the alcohol makes it a little hard to find that file amongst her shifting cabinet of glittery thoughts. Regardless, pride beams as she bumps their shoulders together like a punctuation of her awesomeness.
The chaotically aligned hybrid might be dense at times, but she knows exactly what the House of Midnight is famous for. Her lips raise in a hint of disgust at that idea, preferring other funner distractions like what Colt mentions next. She's already nodding so fast she might make herself sick, giggling when Caly prods her with conspiratorial laughter. "Yep! That's not even a challenge!" The big blue of her eyes suggests she's had lots of practice getting men to do what she wants, and a piggy back ride is almost too easy.
Flashing Colt a mischievous grin, she tilts her head all innocent and teasing. "You should get someone to buy a round for the whole bar! Or give you their shoes!"
The chaotically aligned hybrid might be dense at times, but she knows exactly what the House of Midnight is famous for. Her lips raise in a hint of disgust at that idea, preferring other funner distractions like what Colt mentions next. She's already nodding so fast she might make herself sick, giggling when Caly prods her with conspiratorial laughter. "Yep! That's not even a challenge!" The big blue of her eyes suggests she's had lots of practice getting men to do what she wants, and a piggy back ride is almost too easy.
Flashing Colt a mischievous grin, she tilts her head all innocent and teasing. "You should get someone to buy a round for the whole bar! Or give you their shoes!"
Nova
// because nobody can be me //
