COLT
She's never been to this bar before, but she leans over the counter with all the ease of someone who knows the place like the back of their hand. It's a lighthouse to her right now, and she's immensely grateful to see it. The bar has a few torches dotted around, and various groups of people huddled over one or two fire pits. One group in particular is holed up at a table with lanterns, their volume rising above the rest.
Sighing as her breasts spill over the counter like a shelf, Colt props her elbows up on either side, head leaning into one of her arms as she glances sideways at Soh. A small smile rises, becoming increasingly glad for the Luminary's company the better she gets to know her. "Might kind honey," she drawls sweetly. "Make that two," she tells the barkeep with a flick of her gaze. She'd normally just take the shot, but maybe she could do with some sunrise right about now.
"Say," she asks him, head to better peer at him as he gets about to making their drinks. "You don't by chance have any bottles of tequila I could buy off you, d'ya?" She leans in deeper over the counter, cleavage on prime display, fingers folding beneath her chin. It's all an attempt to look capable and attractive and not to like someone that just made a mess from drinking too much not so very long ago.
As expected, the man scoffs and shakes his head, the no clear before it leaves his lips. Something about liquor licenses and he needs it and some other bullshit she can't be bothered to keep listening to. She fishes into her pocket and slaps down some coin, doing so more than once, but each one earns a laugh and a more irritated shake of his head.
With a resigned sigh she spins back around, her back to the edge of the bar now. "Was worth a shot," she mutters sourly to Soh, attention shifting to the side to look at her with a shrug. A gentleman ordering a drink nearby Soh extends his voice to them, expression amused. Could give you our bottles, if you join our game.
Sighing as her breasts spill over the counter like a shelf, Colt props her elbows up on either side, head leaning into one of her arms as she glances sideways at Soh. A small smile rises, becoming increasingly glad for the Luminary's company the better she gets to know her. "Might kind honey," she drawls sweetly. "Make that two," she tells the barkeep with a flick of her gaze. She'd normally just take the shot, but maybe she could do with some sunrise right about now.
"Say," she asks him, head to better peer at him as he gets about to making their drinks. "You don't by chance have any bottles of tequila I could buy off you, d'ya?" She leans in deeper over the counter, cleavage on prime display, fingers folding beneath her chin. It's all an attempt to look capable and attractive and not to like someone that just made a mess from drinking too much not so very long ago.
As expected, the man scoffs and shakes his head, the no clear before it leaves his lips. Something about liquor licenses and he needs it and some other bullshit she can't be bothered to keep listening to. She fishes into her pocket and slaps down some coin, doing so more than once, but each one earns a laugh and a more irritated shake of his head.
With a resigned sigh she spins back around, her back to the edge of the bar now. "Was worth a shot," she mutters sourly to Soh, attention shifting to the side to look at her with a shrug. A gentleman ordering a drink nearby Soh extends his voice to them, expression amused. Could give you our bottles, if you join our game.
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.
