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
A flush of delight races up Colt's throat as a wild laugh as confusion breaks into eager chaos and schemes. It colors her cheeks with the force of it, and she bends over her knees in pursuit of breath as the first egg splinters across the building in a disgusting mess. She laughs so hard it turns into a hiccup, which she tries to bite back as she rises back to full height, though unsuccessfully. Ordinarily, some stealth might be wise when committing vandalism, but liquor keeps them all as light and giddy as bubbles, and their get away vehicles are close by at least.
"I'—m hiccup aiming for th—e hiccup doorknob!" she cheerfully announces as she claims the egg Nova relinquishes to her. One eye squints, a crooked affair, as she attempts to line up her shot and fires the fragile ammunition. Shell shrapnel flies everywhere as the creamy wash of the egg detonates along the porch, nowhere near the doorknob. Colt cheers all the same, a hiccup breaking the celebration into a giggle.
Still, she leans back onto her heels, hands on her hips as she observes a plan well executed.
"I'—m hiccup aiming for th—e hiccup doorknob!" she cheerfully announces as she claims the egg Nova relinquishes to her. One eye squints, a crooked affair, as she attempts to line up her shot and fires the fragile ammunition. Shell shrapnel flies everywhere as the creamy wash of the egg detonates along the porch, nowhere near the doorknob. Colt cheers all the same, a hiccup breaking the celebration into a giggle.
Still, she leans back onto her heels, hands on her hips as she observes a plan well executed.
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.
