Colt rises from the shape she's built over her water, giving up on gargoyling hydration and instead sinking into a messy slouch against the back of her chair. She tips her head back, a dangerous game with how much liquor she's downed, and smiles upside down at Lou. "Baked alaska for the ladies?" she suggests to him, batting her eyelashes as a please before tilting back towards the ancient before her. One hand slides into her boot while Lou confirms the order, pulling out her cigarettes with a quiet ritual as she cocks an ear towards Thal.
The pack is fresh, requiring her to tap the top of it against her palm in a series of slaps that punctuate Thal nicely. Colt tosses the pack back around with a flick of her hand, thumb pushing the top open in a deft slide of motion. She plucks a stick from the bundle, sliding it between two fingers like it's always been an extension of her hand, and slips the pack back into her boot. The process isn't long, but the dessert has arrived in a flourish of fire and sugar by the time she's done, and she readily leans in to light the end on the cake's show.
Leaning back with a plume of smoke, Colt regards Thalassa with a newfound eye, her smile lazy as it drifts back into place. "Sugar, everyone wants love." Even her, much as she'd claim not to, and it's only this deep in a shot glass she might say so out loud, worried it might curse her otherwise. "A happy ending, that's what we're all chasin' at the end of the day, and someone to share it with." She draws on her filter, the end glowing cherry, Thal's drunken penis face looming over it. "Not sure there's anything worse than being lonely," she exhales, sighing with a certain relief as the nicotine hits. It idles in her hand, slung over the back of her chair in consideration."Sex is just getting' yer toes wet in the whole thing. Lot easier than diving in all the way to the deep end." An attempt to feel something besides alone. To feel, however brief, wanted and cherished, pleasure promised in more ways than one.
Leaning back over the counter, the dessert's fire starting to smolder out, Colt's chin rests in her palm, cigarette angled to the side in her other hand. She stares openly at Thal, tracing familiar fault lines with her eyes as if she's running her hand against her own worries. "Mm," she muses, still willing to see if she could get Thal bald, or something else at least, but not certain how much more she wants to leaf through pages that feel like she has no right reading, not with the way the woman's used to cradling them against her spine. "What really happened that night, at the festival? That something this place," Colt gestures with her free hand to, well, everything around them, smoke arcing behind the motion with a delayed wisp before dispersing. "Something the Grounds does, or what? Because no offense, but I didn't intend to kiss you, until suddenly I did, like it wasn't my call anymore."
Then, some tit for tat, Colt offers up truth for herself too. "What truth can I offer you?"
Round 10: no change
Thal did her choice | Thal: +100 MP, 2 drunk
Colt did her choice | Colt: -100 MP, 3 drunk
The pack is fresh, requiring her to tap the top of it against her palm in a series of slaps that punctuate Thal nicely. Colt tosses the pack back around with a flick of her hand, thumb pushing the top open in a deft slide of motion. She plucks a stick from the bundle, sliding it between two fingers like it's always been an extension of her hand, and slips the pack back into her boot. The process isn't long, but the dessert has arrived in a flourish of fire and sugar by the time she's done, and she readily leans in to light the end on the cake's show.
Leaning back with a plume of smoke, Colt regards Thalassa with a newfound eye, her smile lazy as it drifts back into place. "Sugar, everyone wants love." Even her, much as she'd claim not to, and it's only this deep in a shot glass she might say so out loud, worried it might curse her otherwise. "A happy ending, that's what we're all chasin' at the end of the day, and someone to share it with." She draws on her filter, the end glowing cherry, Thal's drunken penis face looming over it. "Not sure there's anything worse than being lonely," she exhales, sighing with a certain relief as the nicotine hits. It idles in her hand, slung over the back of her chair in consideration."Sex is just getting' yer toes wet in the whole thing. Lot easier than diving in all the way to the deep end." An attempt to feel something besides alone. To feel, however brief, wanted and cherished, pleasure promised in more ways than one.
Leaning back over the counter, the dessert's fire starting to smolder out, Colt's chin rests in her palm, cigarette angled to the side in her other hand. She stares openly at Thal, tracing familiar fault lines with her eyes as if she's running her hand against her own worries. "Mm," she muses, still willing to see if she could get Thal bald, or something else at least, but not certain how much more she wants to leaf through pages that feel like she has no right reading, not with the way the woman's used to cradling them against her spine. "What really happened that night, at the festival? That something this place," Colt gestures with her free hand to, well, everything around them, smoke arcing behind the motion with a delayed wisp before dispersing. "Something the Grounds does, or what? Because no offense, but I didn't intend to kiss you, until suddenly I did, like it wasn't my call anymore."
Then, some tit for tat, Colt offers up truth for herself too. "What truth can I offer you?"
Round 10: 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.
