She realizes she might have stepped past juicy and straight into bleeding out the moment Thal’s smile slips. Her mistake, for bringing up the thing that keeps chafing. She only meant to force Thal's hand to pass, to see her bald too by the end of the night, not crack something open and watch it spill. Colt exhales slowly through her nose, leaning back as the ancient dives headlong into the hurt anyway.
Admittedly, she is morbidly curious about what fucking the Family had been like. To hear Thal put Pierce on the same level as Vesper, an orange compared to an apple, her eyebrows don't bother hiding her surprise. "Annoyingly good's always trouble," she admits with a knowing sigh, as exasperated as it is fond. Much as she'd like to condemn Thal, call her reckless, stupid, out of her damn mind, Colt has sunken into the feels right alongside Thal now. She knows what it's like to fight yourself and wind up losing, then be left holding the consequences of exactly what you expected but chose anyway against better judgement. Hearing Pierce described like a toxin, a quite literal one for Thal, echoes with more familiarity than she'd like.
Sitting up straighter as Thal suddenly dives off for a trashcan, emptying herself over it, Colt can't untangle herself from her chair in time to help. Almost falling, she grabs the counter to steady herself, and by the time she's kept herself from the floor Thal's already staggering back. Colt rightens her seat again and slides a water pointedly towards the ancient. Thal takes a new shot instead, and Colt isn't her mother, but at least she's led the horse to water more or less.
Nodding sagely with the decree of them being assholes, Colt drawls out a long, "yuuuuuP." She's not expecting the turn that follows then, Thal woman swinging between anger and grief like a pendulum, and the shape of its motion is one Colt recognizes. Colt leans suddenly towards Thal over the counter, quietly furious as she jabs a finger at the table for emphasis. "Hell no!" she snaps. "No one deserves to be fucked over." She blinks, and it doesn't happen across both eyes at the same time. "YOU deserve love," again her volume creeps up, but if other tables are looking she doesn't notice, or care. "Maybe a punch now and then," she adds gruffly, smirking briefly. "But not fucked over." Generally, Colt has a live and let live mentality, but has certainly made a point to end the things that pose a risk to her. The Family had been one such thing she didn't think could be left alive. Even now, the thought of what they did, what they were, settles cold and heavy in her gut.
“But,” she goes on, voice lower, steadier, “you shouldn’ta messed with the Family. Not the second time. Not once you knew.” Colt shrugs, not cruel, just honest, and because what's done is done now. "Heart’ll outsmart your head every damn time annoyingly good comes along." Well, maybe that's not the heart, but close enough. “That’s why you don’t make those calls alone.” Her gaze fixes on Thal, firm but not unkind. “You need someone with no heart in it to tell you when to walk away.” Advice she could have done a better job swallowing herself, and she sighs as the reminder of Thorn's hurt wells up fresh in her mind. "Always listen to them," she adds slow and soft as she hunches over her water.
Round 9: no change
Thal did her choice | Thal: +100 MP, 2 drunk
Colt did her choice | Colt: -100 MP, 3 drunk
Admittedly, she is morbidly curious about what fucking the Family had been like. To hear Thal put Pierce on the same level as Vesper, an orange compared to an apple, her eyebrows don't bother hiding her surprise. "Annoyingly good's always trouble," she admits with a knowing sigh, as exasperated as it is fond. Much as she'd like to condemn Thal, call her reckless, stupid, out of her damn mind, Colt has sunken into the feels right alongside Thal now. She knows what it's like to fight yourself and wind up losing, then be left holding the consequences of exactly what you expected but chose anyway against better judgement. Hearing Pierce described like a toxin, a quite literal one for Thal, echoes with more familiarity than she'd like.
Sitting up straighter as Thal suddenly dives off for a trashcan, emptying herself over it, Colt can't untangle herself from her chair in time to help. Almost falling, she grabs the counter to steady herself, and by the time she's kept herself from the floor Thal's already staggering back. Colt rightens her seat again and slides a water pointedly towards the ancient. Thal takes a new shot instead, and Colt isn't her mother, but at least she's led the horse to water more or less.
Nodding sagely with the decree of them being assholes, Colt drawls out a long, "yuuuuuP." She's not expecting the turn that follows then, Thal woman swinging between anger and grief like a pendulum, and the shape of its motion is one Colt recognizes. Colt leans suddenly towards Thal over the counter, quietly furious as she jabs a finger at the table for emphasis. "Hell no!" she snaps. "No one deserves to be fucked over." She blinks, and it doesn't happen across both eyes at the same time. "YOU deserve love," again her volume creeps up, but if other tables are looking she doesn't notice, or care. "Maybe a punch now and then," she adds gruffly, smirking briefly. "But not fucked over." Generally, Colt has a live and let live mentality, but has certainly made a point to end the things that pose a risk to her. The Family had been one such thing she didn't think could be left alive. Even now, the thought of what they did, what they were, settles cold and heavy in her gut.
“But,” she goes on, voice lower, steadier, “you shouldn’ta messed with the Family. Not the second time. Not once you knew.” Colt shrugs, not cruel, just honest, and because what's done is done now. "Heart’ll outsmart your head every damn time annoyingly good comes along." Well, maybe that's not the heart, but close enough. “That’s why you don’t make those calls alone.” Her gaze fixes on Thal, firm but not unkind. “You need someone with no heart in it to tell you when to walk away.” Advice she could have done a better job swallowing herself, and she sighs as the reminder of Thorn's hurt wells up fresh in her mind. "Always listen to them," she adds slow and soft as she hunches over her water.
Round 9: no change
Thal did her choice | Thal: +100 MP, 2 drunk
Colt did her choice | Colt: -100 MP, 3 drunk
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.
