Thalassa
Colt might not believe her, but Thal would venture to say a heated kiss with an acquaintance would be preferred to losing all sense of autonomy, not that it probably seems that way at the moment. They both ended up here anyways, drinking flaming shots in a bar full of strangers, no shadowy demigod looming over their shoulders.
Retrieving her next shot from the bartender, Thal pauses to take a large swig of her bourbon. After all, if they're going to continue along this line of conversation, she's going to need a lot more alcohol. The memories swim through her mind, crisp as the day they'd happened and just as bitter; but she shoots Colt a half smirk, hiding the thoughts behind a playful withholding of information. "Not exactly." Different shit, same ending.
A weak draft sputters out the shots' already dwindling flames. It gives her an excuse not to look at Colt - not because she's embarrassed, but because she might just give away more than she intends, too aware of her own fiery emotions and how they reflect within her eyes. Her delicate fingers wave over the glasses, the alcohol setting alight with the magic just in time for her to hum a nonchalant affirmative. "Mhm." The sound raises at the end, nearly joking in it's brightness.
Then the heated liquid is sliding down her throat, clearing more of her hesitations. She lowers the glass to the wood in a soft clink, sliding her tongue along her teeth to clear the liquor lingering there. Her tone loses some of its teasing, although the irony of it all clings to the ghost of a smile. "I doubt that part of our history is what bothered him." Blue eyes drag to the blonde, an eyebrow raising as she throws out her own barbed bait. "I'm surprised he didn't tell you all about it." It's not like he'd cared enough about whatever they'd had to salvage it, and if they were as serious as Colt's reaction suggests, it seems unlikely that he'd keep such an insignificant piece of his past a secret.
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Retrieving her next shot from the bartender, Thal pauses to take a large swig of her bourbon. After all, if they're going to continue along this line of conversation, she's going to need a lot more alcohol. The memories swim through her mind, crisp as the day they'd happened and just as bitter; but she shoots Colt a half smirk, hiding the thoughts behind a playful withholding of information. "Not exactly." Different shit, same ending.
A weak draft sputters out the shots' already dwindling flames. It gives her an excuse not to look at Colt - not because she's embarrassed, but because she might just give away more than she intends, too aware of her own fiery emotions and how they reflect within her eyes. Her delicate fingers wave over the glasses, the alcohol setting alight with the magic just in time for her to hum a nonchalant affirmative. "Mhm." The sound raises at the end, nearly joking in it's brightness.
Then the heated liquid is sliding down her throat, clearing more of her hesitations. She lowers the glass to the wood in a soft clink, sliding her tongue along her teeth to clear the liquor lingering there. Her tone loses some of its teasing, although the irony of it all clings to the ghost of a smile. "I doubt that part of our history is what bothered him." Blue eyes drag to the blonde, an eyebrow raising as she throws out her own barbed bait. "I'm surprised he didn't tell you all about it." It's not like he'd cared enough about whatever they'd had to salvage it, and if they were as serious as Colt's reaction suggests, it seems unlikely that he'd keep such an insignificant piece of his past a secret.
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Never been the type to
Let someone see right through
Let someone see right through
