COLT
At a certain point, the hair of the dog could become a hairball you choke on. Colt's kind of open to either during this time period, honestly. It's exactly why she's here, in fact. Not normally prone to crawling out of her safe cavern of a house during LongNight, she had accidentally broken a large portion of her LongNight stash when some brilliant past version of herself decided her tequila bottles could serve as bowling pins. This is her best summation of the events that had transpired after she awoke to a large mess and a half-melted snowball in her kitchen.
Travel during this time isn't her favorite, for a variety of reasons, but she'd rather break into a town she's familiar enough with to wander in the dark, but absent enough from that she wouldn't be too easily recognized. After all, she stays in her cave for a reason, and it's to avoid most everyone who might otherwise try to speak to her.
Not dressed for the beach, as she doesn't intend to stay, Colt has her thick jacket and a navy cableknit sweater draped over her arm instead, a faint layer of sweat forming between the fabric and her skin, which feels absurd after marching around in snow and huddling by a fireplace just hours before. Her tan tank top does suit the scenery, but it shortly ends there as her jeans and boots finish her off. No hat either, there's not really any sun to try and block out these days.
Although her pace speaks of a mission, she's not entirely sobered up yet, and something about all the pretty and bright lights, the open air that doesn't bite at her face, and the nearby company of a stranger all feel weirdly—good? If going outside and talking to people actually helps, next it'll be exercise and a balanced diet making her feel better too.
"Hey," she greets, torchlight snapping away some of the dark as she steps closer to Soh, her smile weak but offered. "You know where I could get my hands on some tequila? The three shops I've tried have been closed."
Travel during this time isn't her favorite, for a variety of reasons, but she'd rather break into a town she's familiar enough with to wander in the dark, but absent enough from that she wouldn't be too easily recognized. After all, she stays in her cave for a reason, and it's to avoid most everyone who might otherwise try to speak to her.
Not dressed for the beach, as she doesn't intend to stay, Colt has her thick jacket and a navy cableknit sweater draped over her arm instead, a faint layer of sweat forming between the fabric and her skin, which feels absurd after marching around in snow and huddling by a fireplace just hours before. Her tan tank top does suit the scenery, but it shortly ends there as her jeans and boots finish her off. No hat either, there's not really any sun to try and block out these days.
Although her pace speaks of a mission, she's not entirely sobered up yet, and something about all the pretty and bright lights, the open air that doesn't bite at her face, and the nearby company of a stranger all feel weirdly—good? If going outside and talking to people actually helps, next it'll be exercise and a balanced diet making her feel better too.
"Hey," she greets, torchlight snapping away some of the dark as she steps closer to Soh, her smile weak but offered. "You know where I could get my hands on some tequila? The three shops I've tried have been closed."
I ain't sayin' that I always sleep alone
Done a little bit of midnight movin' on
I never let my heart go all the way
I never fall in love, baby, just in case
Done a little bit of midnight movin' on
I never let my heart go all the way
I never fall in love, baby, just in case
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.
