COLT
Man, what a hell of a year it's been
Keep on bluffin', but I just can't win
Drowned my sorrows, but they learned to swim
I need some good news
Sittin' here, sippin' on cold truth
Keep on bluffin', but I just can't win
Drowned my sorrows, but they learned to swim
I need some good news
Sittin' here, sippin' on cold truth
She waves off any pouting over Frey woth her hand since it isn't the point of the night, and because she certainly isn't stupid enough to debate gods with the children of one no matter how drunk she gets. Though, she has to hand it to Safrin, these triplets are one of her better choices. One in particular might take the lead in her opinion of that matter, but she's never had a bad time with any of them.
Grinning back at the sisterly completion of the garbled word Colt had chosen to pass by instead of burn smoke trying to register, she nods along in sage agreement of Caly's vocabulary IQ. "Careful with too many big words around the boys in there. We're looking for the slightly stupid ones tonight, and they get scared easily when you're smarter than them." She gives a wink to Caly at the warning, who she's positive has already figured that much out based on all of Vesper's moaning about how often she's hit on. It's actually Nova though that Colt thinks will manage the feats the easiest out of the three of them - something about her makes you wanna join right in with all her endless joy, like she's fun you can't help but catch.
A giggle rises from at Caly's question, and Colt's finger starts to swirl in the air, about to remind her that they're all supposed to be assigning each other tasks. At least, Colt thinks those are the rules she's laid out, but the thought is fleeting and easily veers away as Nova offers her a choice. Her finger instead taps her chin in serious consideration for a moment. "I could always do with some shoe shopping this evening," she decides with a smirk teasing up one corner of her face.
"Everyone set on their secret missions?" She glances between each of them for confirmation, sly as a fox in a henhouse. "Also, whoever does their's first wins. You'll get the honor of the using the end prize first." Here her gaze slides to the supplies still on Cheese, trusting him to guard them. Nodding between the pair of them she swaggers (read: stumbles a bit on the stairs, but sexily in her mind) towards the doors to the House of Midnight, parting them for her companions and revealing their playing field inside.
Grinning back at the sisterly completion of the garbled word Colt had chosen to pass by instead of burn smoke trying to register, she nods along in sage agreement of Caly's vocabulary IQ. "Careful with too many big words around the boys in there. We're looking for the slightly stupid ones tonight, and they get scared easily when you're smarter than them." She gives a wink to Caly at the warning, who she's positive has already figured that much out based on all of Vesper's moaning about how often she's hit on. It's actually Nova though that Colt thinks will manage the feats the easiest out of the three of them - something about her makes you wanna join right in with all her endless joy, like she's fun you can't help but catch.
A giggle rises from at Caly's question, and Colt's finger starts to swirl in the air, about to remind her that they're all supposed to be assigning each other tasks. At least, Colt thinks those are the rules she's laid out, but the thought is fleeting and easily veers away as Nova offers her a choice. Her finger instead taps her chin in serious consideration for a moment. "I could always do with some shoe shopping this evening," she decides with a smirk teasing up one corner of her face.
"Everyone set on their secret missions?" She glances between each of them for confirmation, sly as a fox in a henhouse. "Also, whoever does their's first wins. You'll get the honor of the using the end prize first." Here her gaze slides to the supplies still on Cheese, trusting him to guard them. Nodding between the pair of them she swaggers (read: stumbles a bit on the stairs, but sexily in her mind) towards the doors to the House of Midnight, parting them for her companions and revealing their playing field inside.
Wish someone told me
Livin' this life would be lonely
Tryna get away from the old me
Still stuck singin' these blues
Love keeps knockin', but I just stay home
Still lookin' for the right at the end of my wrongs
Livin' this life would be lonely
Tryna get away from the old me
Still stuck singin' these blues
Love keeps knockin', but I just stay home
Still lookin' for the right at the end of my wrongs
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.
