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
Although this is no dive bar, it isn't without its own host of fools, attracting people from near and far in all manner of caliber, as dens of sin tend to do, even the fancy ones. Wiser men wouldn't push their luck after taking a look at the capable security, or run the risk of Sunjata himself being nearby. Many of those men aren't the ones that look their way when they enter though. The ones who's heads stay turned are the sort who feel a little too invincible, a bit too bold, chasing courage in a bottle just to work up the nerve to perform tonight, or might be looking for someone they think they don't have to pay for.
Colt does her best to avoid the attention of any of the staff she's familiar with, wandering away from the sisters to a table where three men are huddled around and laughing over cards. One kept his eyes lifted above his buddies heads since she walked in, and it's to him she winks and rounds towards to claim a seat near him, propping her feet up on the bench beside him. "Gods, these boots are killing me," she moans with a dramatic tilt of her head, sighing hard enough her chest sways with the effort. The buddy to the left leans away, scowling at the intrustion of her crossed ankles, but the one she's got a lock on twists a bit more in his seat to better face her, one of his hands conveniently needing to prop up on leg to grant him the motion. He smiles at her, and it takes effort for her to return the gesture when he's only got about three teeth left in his mouth.
Meanwhile Caly's arrival has certainly claimed the attention of someone, but not the muscled man on her one side, he's already been putting in work with the guy beside him. It's the tall and thin man on Caly's other side that leans in with open interest about why there's nothing in her hands.
Nova's stumbling approach to the bar keeps the attention of one shorter man nearby, who waddles to join her. He tells her what she wants with a confidence that suggests this is his go to move, his fingers tapping on the bar to order one for each of them.
Colt does her best to avoid the attention of any of the staff she's familiar with, wandering away from the sisters to a table where three men are huddled around and laughing over cards. One kept his eyes lifted above his buddies heads since she walked in, and it's to him she winks and rounds towards to claim a seat near him, propping her feet up on the bench beside him. "Gods, these boots are killing me," she moans with a dramatic tilt of her head, sighing hard enough her chest sways with the effort. The buddy to the left leans away, scowling at the intrustion of her crossed ankles, but the one she's got a lock on twists a bit more in his seat to better face her, one of his hands conveniently needing to prop up on leg to grant him the motion. He smiles at her, and it takes effort for her to return the gesture when he's only got about three teeth left in his mouth.
Meanwhile Caly's arrival has certainly claimed the attention of someone, but not the muscled man on her one side, he's already been putting in work with the guy beside him. It's the tall and thin man on Caly's other side that leans in with open interest about why there's nothing in her hands.
Nova's stumbling approach to the bar keeps the attention of one shorter man nearby, who waddles to join her. He tells her what she wants with a confidence that suggests this is his go to move, his fingers tapping on the bar to order one for each of them.
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.
