Thalassa
Unaware that Colt thinks it was a stationary tree, Thal simply nods her head, trying hard not to crack a smile at the statement.
But the effort doesn't last long before she's failing, the grin spreading wide at the insult. "I know." The chuckle that follows is low and more carefree than she might have allowed earlier. She expects Colt to decline, to throw down the shot and follow it with another just to prove her annoyance. Surprisingly, the rancher stalks across the bar with purpose, thrusting her mouth on his with such an abruptness that she draws the attention of more than just the man whose lips she's claimed. The goat boys from earlier are especially shocked, mouths gaping as they look between the two of us and the utter chaos they've incited.
Thal has to admit she's impressed. She's not sure she would have been willing to kiss that ugly mug, and when Colt returns, it's to a new level of amused appreciation. The grin doesn't leave her face this time, alcohol loosening her control on her laughter enough to bubble forth again when the dare is presented. "I deserve that one." And whether it's because she really hates the idea of sticking her tongue in the nice lady's ears, or as a sign of respect for the rancher, Thal lifts another flaming shot in a quiet salute then tosses it back.
Her tolerance for liquor is pretty high, but her vision is starting to swim more, and she's concerned for her balance when she eventually needs to stand. Luckily, she's never been one to slur or stutter, so her voice comes out clear when she leans mischievously towards Colt. "Tell me a secret you don't want me to know."
The glint in her eyes is slightly glassy when she makes her next pick. "Truth."
Thal takes a shot.
She demands Colt tell her a secret she doesn't want her to know.
Thal picks truth.
But the effort doesn't last long before she's failing, the grin spreading wide at the insult. "I know." The chuckle that follows is low and more carefree than she might have allowed earlier. She expects Colt to decline, to throw down the shot and follow it with another just to prove her annoyance. Surprisingly, the rancher stalks across the bar with purpose, thrusting her mouth on his with such an abruptness that she draws the attention of more than just the man whose lips she's claimed. The goat boys from earlier are especially shocked, mouths gaping as they look between the two of us and the utter chaos they've incited.
Thal has to admit she's impressed. She's not sure she would have been willing to kiss that ugly mug, and when Colt returns, it's to a new level of amused appreciation. The grin doesn't leave her face this time, alcohol loosening her control on her laughter enough to bubble forth again when the dare is presented. "I deserve that one." And whether it's because she really hates the idea of sticking her tongue in the nice lady's ears, or as a sign of respect for the rancher, Thal lifts another flaming shot in a quiet salute then tosses it back.
Her tolerance for liquor is pretty high, but her vision is starting to swim more, and she's concerned for her balance when she eventually needs to stand. Luckily, she's never been one to slur or stutter, so her voice comes out clear when she leans mischievously towards Colt. "Tell me a secret you don't want me to know."
The glint in her eyes is slightly glassy when she makes her next pick. "Truth."
Thal takes a shot.
She demands Colt tell her a secret she doesn't want her to know.
Thal picks truth.
Never been the type to
Let someone see right through
Let someone see right through
