"Oh my GODS!" Colt all but squeals, getting a smidge more white girl wasted while waiting a whole hour for the tattoo to finish. She'd leaned in to get a real good look at it, but now throws herself back into her chair with a full-bodied laugh that threatens to make her pee a little. Firelight gleams merrily off the curve of her nude head.
It takes her a moment to recover fully, but when she does, she leans back in, hand slapping on the counter as much for balance as loud emphasis. Everything about Colt gets louder as she becomes more twisted. "I ain't telling you something I don't wanna tell ya," she declares, memory holding up better now than in other occasions. Like men, and cats, memory is a fickle bitch and arrives and stays on her own terms. "So, I'm drinking," and she motions to their good buddy Lou for another flaming shot, having decided a bit ago that it's no fun letting the fire burn out while waiting to see if they're drink or not. It arrives quick enough, and with a blow around the blue fire, Colt downs it, shaking her head with a scrunch to her face. Still tastes like shit compared to tequila. "AND," she shouts, holding up a finger. "I'm gettin' a tattootoo. A tatt2. A...I'm also going."
She fumbles as she rises, the chair threatening to clatter out from under her, but she steadies. The tattoo parlor readily takes her too, and some time later, she's sporting a reverse centaur on her left hand. The legs of a man, the head of a horse, drawn so the legs run down her pointer and middle finger. As she sits back down with Thal, she 'walks' it across the table at her. "Matchy matchy."
Grinning, and sipping at the water Lou slides their way, she leans back to toss her hair out from beuind her shoulers, forgetting. "Sho, what it be? Truths or dare?"
Round 8: Colt doesn't do her truth and loses 100MP, gains 1 drunk
Thal passed on her choice | Thal: +100 MP, 2 drunk
Colt passed on her choice | Colt: -100 MP, 3 drunk
Colt rolled a 4 so got a stupid tattoo
It takes her a moment to recover fully, but when she does, she leans back in, hand slapping on the counter as much for balance as loud emphasis. Everything about Colt gets louder as she becomes more twisted. "I ain't telling you something I don't wanna tell ya," she declares, memory holding up better now than in other occasions. Like men, and cats, memory is a fickle bitch and arrives and stays on her own terms. "So, I'm drinking," and she motions to their good buddy Lou for another flaming shot, having decided a bit ago that it's no fun letting the fire burn out while waiting to see if they're drink or not. It arrives quick enough, and with a blow around the blue fire, Colt downs it, shaking her head with a scrunch to her face. Still tastes like shit compared to tequila. "AND," she shouts, holding up a finger. "I'm gettin' a tattootoo. A tatt2. A...I'm also going."
She fumbles as she rises, the chair threatening to clatter out from under her, but she steadies. The tattoo parlor readily takes her too, and some time later, she's sporting a reverse centaur on her left hand. The legs of a man, the head of a horse, drawn so the legs run down her pointer and middle finger. As she sits back down with Thal, she 'walks' it across the table at her. "Matchy matchy."
Grinning, and sipping at the water Lou slides their way, she leans back to toss her hair out from beuind her shoulers, forgetting. "Sho, what it be? Truths or dare?"
Round 8: Colt doesn't do her truth and loses 100MP, gains 1 drunk
Thal passed on her choice | Thal: +100 MP, 2 drunk
Colt passed on her choice | Colt: -100 MP, 3 drunk
Colt rolled a 4 so got a stupid tattoo
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.
