COLT
Soh is the type she could easily see herself drinking with and getting into all manner of trouble easily. She's warm and bright, leaning in like they're already fast friends, the role Colt normally takes up when she notices a sad little wallflower at the bar in need of a good time. Without any petals to protect, their light together would be blinding, all laughter and heat like daylight breaking back into midnight with force. It makes it simpler for her to get swept along in the tide of the Luminary's grip, her stride catching up shortly with the tug.
"Money's money," Colt agrees with a shrug, figuring it's her best bet to at least try. Might have to put some sugar on her ask depending on how reluctant the barkeep is. "A stingey one might not have enough stock to spare, especially if they could wring extra money out of a bottle with cocktails and watered down piss." It's rather unfortunate her connection to a bar here has since turned to a crisp, as her problem could have been solved and even improved otherwise, assuming one demi-god was behind the counter anyway. No use chasing down the impossible though, so coin and tits it'd have to be tonight. "Might have to get creative," she admits with a long suffering sigh, though she leans into Soh further, an actual smile daring to make an appearance.
"Is that soh?" Colt wonders aloud, gaze glittering where firelight touches on darker thoughts she's trying to tuck away before they betray her. "I've found it to be hit or miss." The mess she made of her house definitely suggested she had a great time, just can't remember it well. "But I don't disagree, it's far better with company usually. Though, I might take boring over sobbing or puking." Like most things, hard to have a true black and white. The company matters, be it alone or in a group. She glances sidelong at Soh, as if to confirm the woman will end up doing neither. "Although one time, this guy puked up a whole hotdog, and that was definitely worth seeing." She wrinkles her nose at the memory though, because it'd still been awful.
Torchline has a certain life to it during this time that is distracting. Her gaze keeps turning towards the gathered groups huddled around their fire and light, colors sparking up every so often that makes her attention widen and linger, head turning to capture it as long as she can. She can appreciate taking something that normally inspires fear and twisting that around, conquering it into a time for celebration instead. Maybe one day she'd learn how to do the same for her own LongNight.
"There," she suggests, nudging Soh towards a little tiki bar that has a decent crowd.
"Money's money," Colt agrees with a shrug, figuring it's her best bet to at least try. Might have to put some sugar on her ask depending on how reluctant the barkeep is. "A stingey one might not have enough stock to spare, especially if they could wring extra money out of a bottle with cocktails and watered down piss." It's rather unfortunate her connection to a bar here has since turned to a crisp, as her problem could have been solved and even improved otherwise, assuming one demi-god was behind the counter anyway. No use chasing down the impossible though, so coin and tits it'd have to be tonight. "Might have to get creative," she admits with a long suffering sigh, though she leans into Soh further, an actual smile daring to make an appearance.
"Is that soh?" Colt wonders aloud, gaze glittering where firelight touches on darker thoughts she's trying to tuck away before they betray her. "I've found it to be hit or miss." The mess she made of her house definitely suggested she had a great time, just can't remember it well. "But I don't disagree, it's far better with company usually. Though, I might take boring over sobbing or puking." Like most things, hard to have a true black and white. The company matters, be it alone or in a group. She glances sidelong at Soh, as if to confirm the woman will end up doing neither. "Although one time, this guy puked up a whole hotdog, and that was definitely worth seeing." She wrinkles her nose at the memory though, because it'd still been awful.
Torchline has a certain life to it during this time that is distracting. Her gaze keeps turning towards the gathered groups huddled around their fire and light, colors sparking up every so often that makes her attention widen and linger, head turning to capture it as long as she can. She can appreciate taking something that normally inspires fear and twisting that around, conquering it into a time for celebration instead. Maybe one day she'd learn how to do the same for her own LongNight.
"There," she suggests, nudging Soh towards a little tiki bar that has a decent crowd.
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.
