the ones with matching scars

So here's to everything coming down to nothing
Here's to silence that cuts me to the core

With a verbal agreement sealed, Soh followed over to the table, already wishing she had a bit more alcohol in her system in order to deal with whatever came next. She didn't have the slightest clue what she was doing, but at least Colt seemed to have things well in hand; the other woman offered her a jacket, which Soh pulled quickly on over her haphazard outfit. She was at a bit of a disadvantage, really, given that she was down a shoe and that neither of them were on her feet. She really should have thought this through a little more.

Their table was comprised mostly of men, although the addition of Soh and Colt evened out the numbers a bit more. The game, it appeared, was Texas Hold 'Em, something that Soh had only ever heard of but never tried herself. She sipped at her drink as she tried and failed to follow the flow of the game. She was pretty sure her hand was a bust, though, so she sighed heavily and tugged off the jacket that she'd just put on.

The next hand went better, though she didn't have the highest, and she leaned into Colt momentarily. "Does jewelry count as clothing?"

Where is this going?
Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore

Sohalia