Thalassa
Thal laughs, abrupt and melodic in the din of the bar. "Needed a way to even the odds, huh?" As if they'd been competing over the guys in the bar. Leaning into the space between them, Thal offers forth the canvas of her forehead, even tucking her hair behind a horn to clear the space. Rather than hesitation or regret, Colt will only find defiant amusement in the intense blue of her gaze. "Do your worst." She has a smirk plastered on her face the entire time the ink is applied, even shooting Lou a wink as she straightens, brandishing the phallic art like a prize.
Then it's Colt's turn.
Of course she chooses truth, and of course Thal wants to ask about Colt's thing with Vesper; but at this point it would just look desperate, a crazy fling still hung up on ancient, buried history. It wouldn't serve her to ask about him - not when there's no hope of repair between then - and she wouldn't even know where to start if she did, so Thal looks beyond the game, a cunning glint in her eyes. "What's your deepest fear?" Before Colt can answer, she raises a finger, tone abrasive when she adds, "Not some bullshit about dragons or scary sounds. The kind that keeps you up at night." It's a test, curious to see if Colt will trust her with the kind of information that could hurt her, betting that she won't.
Only once Colt gives her answer - or drinks - does Thal grin, wicked and vicious. "Dare." She knows what Colt is after and she's willing to put up with whatever stupidity is thrown at her just to watch the woman squirm a little longer.
Thal demands Colt say her deepest fear.
Thal picks dare again.
Then it's Colt's turn.
Of course she chooses truth, and of course Thal wants to ask about Colt's thing with Vesper; but at this point it would just look desperate, a crazy fling still hung up on ancient, buried history. It wouldn't serve her to ask about him - not when there's no hope of repair between then - and she wouldn't even know where to start if she did, so Thal looks beyond the game, a cunning glint in her eyes. "What's your deepest fear?" Before Colt can answer, she raises a finger, tone abrasive when she adds, "Not some bullshit about dragons or scary sounds. The kind that keeps you up at night." It's a test, curious to see if Colt will trust her with the kind of information that could hurt her, betting that she won't.
Only once Colt gives her answer - or drinks - does Thal grin, wicked and vicious. "Dare." She knows what Colt is after and she's willing to put up with whatever stupidity is thrown at her just to watch the woman squirm a little longer.
Thal demands Colt say her deepest fear.
Thal picks dare again.
Never been the type to
Let someone see right through
Let someone see right through
