There’s absolutely no holding back her smiles now when the view before her is so exquisite. Not anywhere close to an artist, but well versed on the subject matter, her depiction is impressive with accuracy and the small details of hairs and veins. It’s her medium and tools that have betrayed her a touch, some thicker sections dripping down faintly as if the phallic symbol is due to melt when pressed to all of Thal’s heat. One area is also smudged, where she’d tried to wipe it clean, which quickly proved the worst decision.”Stunning. You should get it tattooed.” Despite the amateur application, the blazing facial dick is a good omen of an improving night, and Colt has to bite down on the insistence of laughter every time her gaze returns to Thal.
The humor quickly shortens up when the round turns its teeth on her. She’d slapped down truth like cards she’d been certain couldn’t be beat, undaunted by whatever Thal might ask. Colt’s more than willing to flash all her flaws like they can adorn her as finely as jewelry, each one held onto with intent by this point. She’s quietly forced back into the full border of her seat when Thal delivers a deep cut out the gate.
It’s not worry that makes her hesitate. Funny enough, placing fears in the hands of someone you don’t know too well is easier than giving them over to those you trust. What’s Thal gonna do with them, laugh? She’d rather hear it from Thal than someone like Thorn. It’s not doubt either, because this truth is smooth with the familiarity of touch, traced again and again. Colt only pauses because Thal’s asking her to dredge up something ugly and deep, and for a moment she considers if she wants to let it flood the buzz she’s been growing instead.
Determined, if nothing else, Colt’s lips twitch. ”Being erased.” The admittance does not come out with any sort of strain, just the flat seriousness it deserves. Her fingers tap out a pattern on the table, a habit she falls into without intent, any meaning behind the order long since lost to even her. Middle finger strikes three times, then her ring finger goes twice, and then it rolls in a single tap in quick succession from her pinky across to her pointer before stilling. ”Not like when I’m dead. I doubt I’m makin’ any legends or campfire tales.” The only sort of immortality she might achieve, but even then unlikely. ”Not dying either. I mean now, when it matters, when it’s my chance to be me.” She’d nearly been removed once already, and parts of her she never got back, not all the way.
She’s half a mind to take her shot anyway, but settles on drinking down the next opportunity to pull on Thal. Dare slips forth again, and Colt begins to suspect she’s either not as sly as she first thought, or Thal’s too much a woman of action to be content with conversation. ”Alright, I dare ya to go over there,” she nods with a tilt of her head towards a nearby table of twenty-somethings. ”Get on your hands and knees, act like a goat. Little bit of baaing, some horned head butting, maybe chew a pantleg or two. Whatever inspiration strikes. For one minute.” She grins, settling in for a show, or a shot.
As for herself, when it’s up again, she says simply, ”dare.”
Round 1: Thal & Colt both did their choices so net 0 MP exchanged & 0 drunk gained.
Colt dares Thal to act like a goat for 1 minute.
Colt selects dare.
The humor quickly shortens up when the round turns its teeth on her. She’d slapped down truth like cards she’d been certain couldn’t be beat, undaunted by whatever Thal might ask. Colt’s more than willing to flash all her flaws like they can adorn her as finely as jewelry, each one held onto with intent by this point. She’s quietly forced back into the full border of her seat when Thal delivers a deep cut out the gate.
It’s not worry that makes her hesitate. Funny enough, placing fears in the hands of someone you don’t know too well is easier than giving them over to those you trust. What’s Thal gonna do with them, laugh? She’d rather hear it from Thal than someone like Thorn. It’s not doubt either, because this truth is smooth with the familiarity of touch, traced again and again. Colt only pauses because Thal’s asking her to dredge up something ugly and deep, and for a moment she considers if she wants to let it flood the buzz she’s been growing instead.
Determined, if nothing else, Colt’s lips twitch. ”Being erased.” The admittance does not come out with any sort of strain, just the flat seriousness it deserves. Her fingers tap out a pattern on the table, a habit she falls into without intent, any meaning behind the order long since lost to even her. Middle finger strikes three times, then her ring finger goes twice, and then it rolls in a single tap in quick succession from her pinky across to her pointer before stilling. ”Not like when I’m dead. I doubt I’m makin’ any legends or campfire tales.” The only sort of immortality she might achieve, but even then unlikely. ”Not dying either. I mean now, when it matters, when it’s my chance to be me.” She’d nearly been removed once already, and parts of her she never got back, not all the way.
She’s half a mind to take her shot anyway, but settles on drinking down the next opportunity to pull on Thal. Dare slips forth again, and Colt begins to suspect she’s either not as sly as she first thought, or Thal’s too much a woman of action to be content with conversation. ”Alright, I dare ya to go over there,” she nods with a tilt of her head towards a nearby table of twenty-somethings. ”Get on your hands and knees, act like a goat. Little bit of baaing, some horned head butting, maybe chew a pantleg or two. Whatever inspiration strikes. For one minute.” She grins, settling in for a show, or a shot.
As for herself, when it’s up again, she says simply, ”dare.”
Round 1: Thal & Colt both did their choices so net 0 MP exchanged & 0 drunk gained.
Colt dares Thal to act like a goat for 1 minute.
Colt selects dare.
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.
