The latest flaming shot arrives and Colt reaches for it, holding it before her like she might divine some answers from its secret flame. Keeping it this close, she can smell the rum pouring off it, sizzling up into blue and orange fire that twists and turns under her breath. It tugs a frown in at the corner of her mouth, the liquor too familiar in a way she doesn't want, so she lets this one stay ablaze a bit longer. "Mm," she considers with a glance through the fire back to Thal, the woman giving up about as much as the last time they'd danced around this subject. She doesn't blame Peach for playing it close to the vest, but it does annoy her. She's never had the best poker face, it's why she doesn't tend to gamble her money too often, but she'd like to see the cards Thal is holding up if only so she might get to the end of this damn game.
She exhales over the heat of the shot and downs it, as swift and sure as falling into any hole is like. The tequila follows suit once more, although she won't be keeping up the double fisting much longer, not unless she means to be doubled down on the ground at least. She's just recovering from the burn that makes its path known all the way down, even where it settles contentedly in her gut, when Thal brushes her notions aside like crumbs in the way of her elbows. Colt's breath gathers, tipping forward subtly towards the ancient in preparation for what should come next, the explanation, but slippery as any fish, the woman turns it back around.
Colt's lips quirk at the sight of the hook flashing in the pond, even if she can't help but to take a nibble, testing just how dangerous that point might be. "Oh, no?" She leans into the idea of surprise, brows lifting with overblown expression. "So watching an ex lock lips with your current squeeze is just average foreplay for you, yeah?" She sets her empty shot glasses back down on the bartop, motioning for more of the flaming ones, to keep them coming. It's a welcome distraction against the rest of what Thal says, which sinks in deeper than Colt cares to admit to. The idea that perhaps she doesn't know Vesper so well after all is not a new one, but this is the first time she's faced with the threat of someone who might know him better, might know him in all the ways she had, and then some. Is it, surprising that he didn't tell her, or is it bluffing?
Colt turns back with a pressed on smile, one that surely won't fool the ancient, not when Colt's eyes lack the rounding warmth that her mouth is trying to pass off. "It must not have mattered enough for him to say," she shrugs, feigning a nonchalance she doesn't feel, but she's not quite able to help herself from defending him a touch, even still. Nevermind that worry grates down her spine with the idea that there's something here she doesn't know, something he should have told her, or according to him, something she should have asked about. She's used to having her heart on the line, uncomfortable as it is, but she usually likes to know where the damn line is when she sets it down. This feels like it just shifted, and she doesn't like it one bit.
"How about we make this a bit more fun, honey?" Colt croons with a sweetness that drips too freely off her teeth, the smile flashing wide in warning. Her hand folds beneath her chin, her other arm crossing over her chest, one finger tapping at her side. "Let's play some truth or dare. If you can't do it, you drink." She waits, confident Thal's the sort that can't pass up a challenge. If she does, well, she'll try a different tactic at leading this horse to water.
Assuming she doesn't, Colt's grin parts over the first round. "Truth, or dare, Peach?"
Colt suggests they play truth or dare, the rules of which are follows (rules may be edited still at this time):
She exhales over the heat of the shot and downs it, as swift and sure as falling into any hole is like. The tequila follows suit once more, although she won't be keeping up the double fisting much longer, not unless she means to be doubled down on the ground at least. She's just recovering from the burn that makes its path known all the way down, even where it settles contentedly in her gut, when Thal brushes her notions aside like crumbs in the way of her elbows. Colt's breath gathers, tipping forward subtly towards the ancient in preparation for what should come next, the explanation, but slippery as any fish, the woman turns it back around.
Colt's lips quirk at the sight of the hook flashing in the pond, even if she can't help but to take a nibble, testing just how dangerous that point might be. "Oh, no?" She leans into the idea of surprise, brows lifting with overblown expression. "So watching an ex lock lips with your current squeeze is just average foreplay for you, yeah?" She sets her empty shot glasses back down on the bartop, motioning for more of the flaming ones, to keep them coming. It's a welcome distraction against the rest of what Thal says, which sinks in deeper than Colt cares to admit to. The idea that perhaps she doesn't know Vesper so well after all is not a new one, but this is the first time she's faced with the threat of someone who might know him better, might know him in all the ways she had, and then some. Is it, surprising that he didn't tell her, or is it bluffing?
Colt turns back with a pressed on smile, one that surely won't fool the ancient, not when Colt's eyes lack the rounding warmth that her mouth is trying to pass off. "It must not have mattered enough for him to say," she shrugs, feigning a nonchalance she doesn't feel, but she's not quite able to help herself from defending him a touch, even still. Nevermind that worry grates down her spine with the idea that there's something here she doesn't know, something he should have told her, or according to him, something she should have asked about. She's used to having her heart on the line, uncomfortable as it is, but she usually likes to know where the damn line is when she sets it down. This feels like it just shifted, and she doesn't like it one bit.
"How about we make this a bit more fun, honey?" Colt croons with a sweetness that drips too freely off her teeth, the smile flashing wide in warning. Her hand folds beneath her chin, her other arm crossing over her chest, one finger tapping at her side. "Let's play some truth or dare. If you can't do it, you drink." She waits, confident Thal's the sort that can't pass up a challenge. If she does, well, she'll try a different tactic at leading this horse to water.
Assuming she doesn't, Colt's grin parts over the first round. "Truth, or dare, Peach?"
Colt suggests they play truth or dare, the rules of which are follows (rules may be edited still at this time):
- A truth is a question that must be answered honestly, and a dare is a challenge that must be completed within that same post.
- If you complete the truth or dare you get 50 MP from the other player.
- If you pass on the truth or dare you give 100 MP to the other player. You must take 1 flaming shot. Each flaming shot gives you 1 drunk. Every 2 drunks you must roll an 8-sided die and complete the IC action corresponding to that die number listed below.
- Drunk text (send an IC letter to someone confessing some sort of feelings)
- Shave their hair or eyebrows (what's shaved remains that way all season - if you did one and roll this again, then you do the other)
- Dye their hair (remains that color all season, can assume magic hair coloring so doesn't have to be only bleaching for Thal - roll again if you already shaved your hair)
- Get a stupid tattoo
- Get a facial piercing (magically sealed on for the whole season as a health precaution)
- Get into a fight with another character who's in the vicinity (can roll the dice for who, or tag someone in at random w/ their permission, or ask for a volunteer, would be a break away thread)
- Use an ability and wreak havoc in the vicinity (Colt channels, maybe roll who she channels. Thal uses spirit pact and curses someone? Or Thal shifts or uses magic)
- Be caught naked by someone in the vicinity (can roll the dice for who, or tag someone in at random w/ their permission, or ask for a volunteer, would be a break away thread)
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.
