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
Colt's delight is brief, because the man does seem to seriously consider her offer. Though his far too-big grin remains, and she's about to find out why, and with it all her hopes will be dashed. He pivots in his seat, swinging around two thighs that are missing everything past the knee. She can't hide the crestfallen look that responds on her face, nor is she particularly inclined to. "I'll take that as a no to the shoe swap," she sighs, slipping out of her seat with a dramatic stomp back upright, although it's partly because she stood up too fast and everything's a little topsy turvy. Before picking a new victim shoe display, one she'll be sure to check on first, she swings her gaze around to see if she even has any time left.
Her answer will be a swiftly decided no, because Caly's charm has worked its magic on her slender beau. He might not look the type, but not all farm boys do, and he's more than happy to show her that he's got her tickets to the gun show. It starts as a subtle flex, visible tone swapping to a ripple of muscle. Someone else watching this exchange jeers from the side that he can't manage a push up, to which the lanky lad scoffs and proves wrong. He drops to the ground and does a few swiftly back to back as evidence.
It's the only sign Colt needs to grab another shot of tequila, defeat clear, though Nova is a close runner-up. Her attempts at placating and fawning over the little man's height are a balm over the needlework of his assumptions and dynamite ego. She seems genuinely hurt enough by his response after all, and she's excellent at complimenting, to which he returns the favor in a litany of ways she sparkles for him. Emboldened by the shy and withdrawn turn, he reaches out, certain there's a connection, to sweep her up in his arms. He holds her up and outright, like one might a feral cat, clearly unaccustomed to picking anyone up - he's normally on the receiving end. Certain he's done well though, he leans in for a kiss.
Her answer will be a swiftly decided no, because Caly's charm has worked its magic on her slender beau. He might not look the type, but not all farm boys do, and he's more than happy to show her that he's got her tickets to the gun show. It starts as a subtle flex, visible tone swapping to a ripple of muscle. Someone else watching this exchange jeers from the side that he can't manage a push up, to which the lanky lad scoffs and proves wrong. He drops to the ground and does a few swiftly back to back as evidence.
It's the only sign Colt needs to grab another shot of tequila, defeat clear, though Nova is a close runner-up. Her attempts at placating and fawning over the little man's height are a balm over the needlework of his assumptions and dynamite ego. She seems genuinely hurt enough by his response after all, and she's excellent at complimenting, to which he returns the favor in a litany of ways she sparkles for him. Emboldened by the shy and withdrawn turn, he reaches out, certain there's a connection, to sweep her up in his arms. He holds her up and outright, like one might a feral cat, clearly unaccustomed to picking anyone up - he's normally on the receiving end. Certain he's done well though, he leans in for a kiss.
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.
