And it burns like a gin and I like it,
There's a jerk of muscles that Thal doesn't fight, letting Colt escape her grasp with a single raised eyebrow. That's it? They'd barely started the competition and the woman is already backing down. She opened her mouth to protest the lack of entertainment - and she definitely laughed at the initial shock of it all - but even in the glow of reddish moonlight, she can see the panic and regret painting Colt's features. If she had less alcohol or adrenaline running through her system, Thal might have thought it her fault - and yet, it's clear that it's not her that's surprised the rancher.
She watches the drink fall like a vial of poison, the hand raising to traitorous lips, the fleeing into the night. It all happens so fast that she can only blink, her head tilting so that dark horns catch the light, a blackened halo of innocence as she shrugs her shoulders to the others she's finally noticing. A cocky grin spreads across her face, eyes sparking with amusement. "Hell if I know. Guess I was a little more than she bargained for." Perhaps she'd check on Colt later. After all, she likes the woman, but the night is still young, and there is plenty more chaos for her to wreak enjoy. Another time they might laugh about it all.
So Thal looks at the two people remaining, eyes catching on the fireworks held aloft between them, mischief coiling through her from slender fingertips where fire slowly reappears to the tip of her tail that flicks behind her. "What are you guys up to?"
Thal is with Hawthorn and Nova.
She watches the drink fall like a vial of poison, the hand raising to traitorous lips, the fleeing into the night. It all happens so fast that she can only blink, her head tilting so that dark horns catch the light, a blackened halo of innocence as she shrugs her shoulders to the others she's finally noticing. A cocky grin spreads across her face, eyes sparking with amusement. "Hell if I know. Guess I was a little more than she bargained for." Perhaps she'd check on Colt later. After all, she likes the woman, but the night is still young, and there is plenty more chaos for her to wreak enjoy. Another time they might laugh about it all.
So Thal looks at the two people remaining, eyes catching on the fireworks held aloft between them, mischief coiling through her from slender fingertips where fire slowly reappears to the tip of her tail that flicks behind her. "What are you guys up to?"
Thal is with Hawthorn and Nova.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
