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
Ol' toothless offers her a foot rub in return for a rub of something else, but Colt's smile remains strong, if a bit tighter on the edges. "Oh no honey, I couldn't possibly take another step, and we wouldn't want you dropping your drawers out here in the open, now would we? So why don'tcha try a different offer hon, one that doesn't wanna make me limp on over to a different table." She wiggles her crossed feet for effect, although the man is sniggering as he cuts his buddies at the table a look, one that speaks of a conquest he hasn't actually won. Colt just rolls her head back and over to one shoulder, looking at him all crooked. "Whaddaya say we swap boots? If they fit, why then I'll be able to follow you anywhere." Hopefully he's not wise enough to string together a counter offer, like carrying her, although she doubts he's capable of it, likely trip over himself if he tried.
Caly's hooked a much more considerate sort, the man drawn in deeper and deeper to the warmth she puts on. He can't rightfully tell her what's good without knowing what she likes, he'll explain, not wanting to order anything she might hate. He does jingle the ice in his whiskey sour though, holding it up to her for a taste if she'd so like. At the idea of this being her virgin visit, his expression inclines higher, smile deepening. He promises he can show her a good night if she sticks by him, but only because he'd hate for her to spend it all alone and confused. It's a big, busy place after all.
Nova's margarita man is entirely brave and full of assumptions about how he'll be received, but the remark about him being tall stops him a bit dead. Her short stature had been part of his appeal, and she's all smiles as she insults him in the way only sarcasm can, so he's not immediately run off by it. He does clear his throat though, visibly bothered, and quickly drawn in by the sparkle of her gaze soon thereafter. She quickly does it again though, makes a backhanded remark about his short height, and this time his anger flares up a bit. He complains that she doesn't need to put him and his height down, that she can just tell him to go if she doesn't like him.
Caly's hooked a much more considerate sort, the man drawn in deeper and deeper to the warmth she puts on. He can't rightfully tell her what's good without knowing what she likes, he'll explain, not wanting to order anything she might hate. He does jingle the ice in his whiskey sour though, holding it up to her for a taste if she'd so like. At the idea of this being her virgin visit, his expression inclines higher, smile deepening. He promises he can show her a good night if she sticks by him, but only because he'd hate for her to spend it all alone and confused. It's a big, busy place after all.
Nova's margarita man is entirely brave and full of assumptions about how he'll be received, but the remark about him being tall stops him a bit dead. Her short stature had been part of his appeal, and she's all smiles as she insults him in the way only sarcasm can, so he's not immediately run off by it. He does clear his throat though, visibly bothered, and quickly drawn in by the sparkle of her gaze soon thereafter. She quickly does it again though, makes a backhanded remark about his short height, and this time his anger flares up a bit. He complains that she doesn't need to put him and his height down, that she can just tell him to go if she doesn't like him.
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.
