There's a subtlety to Thalassa's lean in that might have unwittingly pulled in a man, or someone with a better appreciation for the swell her shirt offers up. Colt can admire, perhaps envy, the display of another woman without complaint, but she recognizes a tactic she herself has used as surely as any magician knows each other's tricks. One brow quirks, unsure if Thalassa's breasts agree with the earlier statement of not being here to hit on her again. Colt's attention stays decidedly above the ancient's neckline, far more interested in the shifting slopes of Thalassa's expression than her tits, though the move is admittedly well played.
The bartender slides over their next batch of flaming shots, blue fire dancing at their elbows, ready to participate in their reindeer games. Thal's acceptance blooms a fresh fox grin, this one more honest, if no less sly in nature. If Colt's overconfident, it's because this is her sort of gambling, and she intends to come out on top. "I thought you might." Her voice curls with newfound delight, humming on the warmth of liquor already working to loosen knots she's been tightening since her last visit here.
She buries the disappointment of a dare with a tilt of her of her head, eyes skimming the bar and its shelves of bottles laid out behind the counter. It's a fortress for the bartender, a moat of space to keep the likes of them back, but Colt flops an arm across it to lay seige. "Can I get some ink, darlin?" she calls out, gaze meeting Lou's, according to his nametag, then chin jerking towards the well of ink used for tallying tabs. An odd request, but seemingly harmless, so Lou passes it over after his eyebrows do some impressive wriggling around. "Thank ya dear," she murmurs, palm cupping the base, fingers curling around it securely as she pivots it between them. "I dare ya to wear a dick and balls on your forehead all night. Happy to be your artist."
She holds the jar aloft, shaking it faintly, the dark liquid sloshing. Assuming Thal does not deny this dare, Colt will dip a finger in an lean over to get to work. If she does, well, bottoms up. "Truth," Colt murmurs when the round settles.
Colt dares Thal to get a dick and balls drawn on her forehead for the night.
Colt select truth for her round.
The bartender slides over their next batch of flaming shots, blue fire dancing at their elbows, ready to participate in their reindeer games. Thal's acceptance blooms a fresh fox grin, this one more honest, if no less sly in nature. If Colt's overconfident, it's because this is her sort of gambling, and she intends to come out on top. "I thought you might." Her voice curls with newfound delight, humming on the warmth of liquor already working to loosen knots she's been tightening since her last visit here.
She buries the disappointment of a dare with a tilt of her of her head, eyes skimming the bar and its shelves of bottles laid out behind the counter. It's a fortress for the bartender, a moat of space to keep the likes of them back, but Colt flops an arm across it to lay seige. "Can I get some ink, darlin?" she calls out, gaze meeting Lou's, according to his nametag, then chin jerking towards the well of ink used for tallying tabs. An odd request, but seemingly harmless, so Lou passes it over after his eyebrows do some impressive wriggling around. "Thank ya dear," she murmurs, palm cupping the base, fingers curling around it securely as she pivots it between them. "I dare ya to wear a dick and balls on your forehead all night. Happy to be your artist."
She holds the jar aloft, shaking it faintly, the dark liquid sloshing. Assuming Thal does not deny this dare, Colt will dip a finger in an lean over to get to work. If she does, well, bottoms up. "Truth," Colt murmurs when the round settles.
Colt dares Thal to get a dick and balls drawn on her forehead for the night.
Colt select truth for her round.
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.
