The moment their eyes lock, Colt's ire twists, sharp and cold in her gut as blue eyes stare back at her. Nowhere near the same, but for a flicker of an instant, especially given where she's at, they're his and they steal all the breath from her. It's part of why she doesn't do anything but blink back at the sound of amusement rising from the ancient, quietly sucking in air to replenish her stocks as her lips press in tighter over each other.
The faintest twitch hums in on one side of her lips. "One time," she corrects, smooth as the first drink of the night. "You put me on my ass, one time." Her finger taps audibly on the bar top. "And the horse was mutual." Which is less about taking away some of Thal's thunder and more about accepting her own stupidity in that particular whirlwind of fuckery. If only it were as simple as keeping score like that, but the kiss follows suit, and with it Colt's features tighten further. She'd spent a good deal of time and money trying to both understand and forget that moment with Thalasaa.
"That kiss," Colt mutters with no hidden disdain, "fucked everything." She reaches out to pull her two shots towards her, gaze drawn to the flicker of the fire that's the rum set ablaze. The coffee liqueur, Irish cream, and Gran Marnier is layered beneath it, striped nicely and promising something better than the way she feels right now. She holds it aloft, glancing at Thal over the flame with a huff of a bitter laugh at this not being another attempt. "Glad to know it was one night, but that's all it takes, I guess. Certainly all Vesper needed to be done." She lifts up her shot in silent cheers, more out of habit than intent, and barely blows out the fire before tipping it back, needing to wash his name off her tongue.
It's not to her tastes, so as expected she reaches for the blanco and takes that down right after. The heat of the two shots is an immediate curl in her gut, familiar and welcome. "Another round," she says, tapping both glasses back on the bar. Not the worst thing she's ever drank, and over fast enough to gag through it, she welcomes the quick decline into something hazier than this. Over the din of the bar, the low hum of the bats cuts through, causing Colt to pause and listen for a moment.
The faintest twitch hums in on one side of her lips. "One time," she corrects, smooth as the first drink of the night. "You put me on my ass, one time." Her finger taps audibly on the bar top. "And the horse was mutual." Which is less about taking away some of Thal's thunder and more about accepting her own stupidity in that particular whirlwind of fuckery. If only it were as simple as keeping score like that, but the kiss follows suit, and with it Colt's features tighten further. She'd spent a good deal of time and money trying to both understand and forget that moment with Thalasaa.
"That kiss," Colt mutters with no hidden disdain, "fucked everything." She reaches out to pull her two shots towards her, gaze drawn to the flicker of the fire that's the rum set ablaze. The coffee liqueur, Irish cream, and Gran Marnier is layered beneath it, striped nicely and promising something better than the way she feels right now. She holds it aloft, glancing at Thal over the flame with a huff of a bitter laugh at this not being another attempt. "Glad to know it was one night, but that's all it takes, I guess. Certainly all Vesper needed to be done." She lifts up her shot in silent cheers, more out of habit than intent, and barely blows out the fire before tipping it back, needing to wash his name off her tongue.
It's not to her tastes, so as expected she reaches for the blanco and takes that down right after. The heat of the two shots is an immediate curl in her gut, familiar and welcome. "Another round," she says, tapping both glasses back on the bar. Not the worst thing she's ever drank, and over fast enough to gag through it, she welcomes the quick decline into something hazier than this. Over the din of the bar, the low hum of the bats cuts through, causing Colt to pause and listen for a moment.
Colt
Hole in your heart with some good aim
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.
