Thalassa
She should have known better than to think she'd get away that easily, especially when she's looking at Colt's shaved head. There's still a bit of guilt there, although it's getting funnier the more alcohol she drinks. The hairs stick up in random places, the blonde hairs nearly see-through without their usual density. She looks almost bald, and Thal has to bite her lip to keep from laughing during the rant on sexism. "It's all male bullshit."
Her eyes follow Colt's finger to the sketchy sign on the back wall advertising 'Tattoos' in a script that doesn't give her hope that they're very artistic. But fair is fair, and she can deal with a stupid tattoo (at least that's what her drunk mind says).
Sighing loudly, she pushes off slowly from the bar, trying not to fall over in the process. "Fine, but if I die of an infection, I'm going to haunt you." There's a dark gleam in her eyes, the threat landing better than her feet as she weaves to the back, pushing through the curtain and into a small room with a single light source.
The man inside startles awake when she sways to look at the options on the wall. He yawns and rubs his eyes when she laughs at one of the pictures, probably baffled by waking up to a laughing predator with a dick on her forehead. But if this isn't stupid (and strangely ironic), she doesn't know what is. "Give me that one."
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A little over an hour later, Thal is already starting to regret her decision. She emerges from the back room, stumbling slightly after being still for so long, and still wishing desperately for another drink. Snagging Colt's drink, she downs it and runs her tongue over her fangs and dry lips. It smacks against the counter as she turns around. Her fingers expose her lower back, and just above where her dark blue-black scaled tail connects with her spine, there's a palm-sized fish head with human legs. The legs are covered in fishnet stockings, spread to straddle the base of her tail, which whips sharply behind her.
Thal glances over her shoulder at Colt, raising an eyebrow. "Stupid enough?"
Thal gets a reverse mermaid tattoo with fishnets like this on her lower back with its legs split around her tail.
Her eyes follow Colt's finger to the sketchy sign on the back wall advertising 'Tattoos' in a script that doesn't give her hope that they're very artistic. But fair is fair, and she can deal with a stupid tattoo (at least that's what her drunk mind says).
Sighing loudly, she pushes off slowly from the bar, trying not to fall over in the process. "Fine, but if I die of an infection, I'm going to haunt you." There's a dark gleam in her eyes, the threat landing better than her feet as she weaves to the back, pushing through the curtain and into a small room with a single light source.
The man inside startles awake when she sways to look at the options on the wall. He yawns and rubs his eyes when she laughs at one of the pictures, probably baffled by waking up to a laughing predator with a dick on her forehead. But if this isn't stupid (and strangely ironic), she doesn't know what is. "Give me that one."
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A little over an hour later, Thal is already starting to regret her decision. She emerges from the back room, stumbling slightly after being still for so long, and still wishing desperately for another drink. Snagging Colt's drink, she downs it and runs her tongue over her fangs and dry lips. It smacks against the counter as she turns around. Her fingers expose her lower back, and just above where her dark blue-black scaled tail connects with her spine, there's a palm-sized fish head with human legs. The legs are covered in fishnet stockings, spread to straddle the base of her tail, which whips sharply behind her.
Thal glances over her shoulder at Colt, raising an eyebrow. "Stupid enough?"
Thal gets a reverse mermaid tattoo with fishnets like this on her lower back with its legs split around her tail.
Never been the type to
Let someone see right through
Let someone see right through
