Thalassa
It's not something she's told Colt (or many people in general), but Thal survives almost purely off blood, meat, alcohol, and sugar, she she's immediately interested when the rancher convinces Lou to put them together a dessert. Her mouth is already watering, the edge falling away from her drunken thoughts as she sits a little straighter, leaning eagerly against the bar top.
Watching the bartender move to retrieve their baked alaska, she flicks a hand towards the sappy sentiments. "Sex is practical, a physical necessity. Anyone who wants more - like love - is a masochist." The smoke billows towards her, but her eyes are on the mound of meringue drawing near, her words flowing with a heartless nonchalance. "Very few people are lucky enough to find another masochist willing to put up with the pain, and I'm not one of them." The few times she has, she's been tricked into becoming an Ancient, and too infected to know that it wasn't real. And she won't even bother wondering about how close she'd been with a shadowy demigod - how lucky she is to have dodged that frozen arrow.
The dessert lands in front of them, and Thal forgets alcohol and manners (not that she has any). It takes a second for the bartender to torch the exterior, and even then, she throws a little extra flames in to crisp the white meringue to a golden brown. Grabbing a fork for herself, she dives straight in, barely waiting for the fire to clear. "Pity. I was impressed by your unusual battle tactics," she says of Colt's 'unintentional' kiss.
A smile curls around the mouthful of baked cake she shoves in her mouth. Her shoulders shrug as she answers the question, more invested in the dessert than something she doesn't know - or care to know - the answer to. "Not sure. I've never experienced anything like that on a regular day in the Grounds. I think it just had to do with the Blood Moon. There were plenty of people doing stupid stuff. Starting fights, throwing shoes, that kind of stuff." Tilting her head, she hums a melodic note of satisfaction for the sugar exploding on her tongue. "Sometimes, you just have to go with the chaos and laugh it off." With a wink to Colt, she reaches for another bite.
Her grins have begun to make their appearance again, sharp and teasing. "Tell me something embarrassing about yourself that no one knows. Do you pick your nose and eat it? Did you sleepwalk naked in a field as a kid? Are you secretly obsessed with a cheesy boy band?" What's something the tough rancher would even find embarrassing? She's bald through an offer she made. Thal would be surprised if anything shakes her.
Like a pleased cat, her tail swishes behind her, enough alcohol still swimming in her system to wash away the worries of recent events. Around another bite of cake, she says playfully, "I'll give you one more dare. Make it count."
Thal asks Colt to tell her something embarrassing that no one knows.
Thal picks dare.
Watching the bartender move to retrieve their baked alaska, she flicks a hand towards the sappy sentiments. "Sex is practical, a physical necessity. Anyone who wants more - like love - is a masochist." The smoke billows towards her, but her eyes are on the mound of meringue drawing near, her words flowing with a heartless nonchalance. "Very few people are lucky enough to find another masochist willing to put up with the pain, and I'm not one of them." The few times she has, she's been tricked into becoming an Ancient, and too infected to know that it wasn't real. And she won't even bother wondering about how close she'd been with a shadowy demigod - how lucky she is to have dodged that frozen arrow.
The dessert lands in front of them, and Thal forgets alcohol and manners (not that she has any). It takes a second for the bartender to torch the exterior, and even then, she throws a little extra flames in to crisp the white meringue to a golden brown. Grabbing a fork for herself, she dives straight in, barely waiting for the fire to clear. "Pity. I was impressed by your unusual battle tactics," she says of Colt's 'unintentional' kiss.
A smile curls around the mouthful of baked cake she shoves in her mouth. Her shoulders shrug as she answers the question, more invested in the dessert than something she doesn't know - or care to know - the answer to. "Not sure. I've never experienced anything like that on a regular day in the Grounds. I think it just had to do with the Blood Moon. There were plenty of people doing stupid stuff. Starting fights, throwing shoes, that kind of stuff." Tilting her head, she hums a melodic note of satisfaction for the sugar exploding on her tongue. "Sometimes, you just have to go with the chaos and laugh it off." With a wink to Colt, she reaches for another bite.
Her grins have begun to make their appearance again, sharp and teasing. "Tell me something embarrassing about yourself that no one knows. Do you pick your nose and eat it? Did you sleepwalk naked in a field as a kid? Are you secretly obsessed with a cheesy boy band?" What's something the tough rancher would even find embarrassing? She's bald through an offer she made. Thal would be surprised if anything shakes her.
Like a pleased cat, her tail swishes behind her, enough alcohol still swimming in her system to wash away the worries of recent events. Around another bite of cake, she says playfully, "I'll give you one more dare. Make it count."
Thal asks Colt to tell her something embarrassing that no one knows.
Thal picks dare.
Never been the type to
Let someone see right through
Let someone see right through
