Thalassa
Her grin sharpens, knowing she probably shouldn't be poking the bear who chose to let her keep her hair; but she can't help the amusement, a prodding at the absurd situation they've found themselves in tonight. "No. Just wondering if you already miss having a blonde between the two of us." And if it can't be Colt...
Wobbling to sidestep any punches or thrown objects of retaliation, she laughs and half leads, half stumbles down the street on their search. It takes more than a few minutes, the few places open being more tattoo parlors, bars, and brothels, but after inquiring loudly to a hot bouncer, they're directed into another dark alley.
Stopping in front of a shop with rusty oversized scissors dangling above the door and lights glowing from within, Thal tilts her head and glances at Colt. "This place'll work." Flashing a confident grin, she steps inside and convinces the purple haired woman to bleach her hair a platinum blonde. The mirror is too dirty to tell if it's a look she'll like, but a deal's a deal, and she steps out to greet Colt with liquid courage confidence.
She flicks a few wavy blonde strands behind a shoulder, winking at the rancher. "Thanks for a fun night. Until next time." And with a flick of her tail, she moves to find a space big enough for her lyvern shift, planning to fly erratically home and crash in her bed.
[FIN]
Wobbling to sidestep any punches or thrown objects of retaliation, she laughs and half leads, half stumbles down the street on their search. It takes more than a few minutes, the few places open being more tattoo parlors, bars, and brothels, but after inquiring loudly to a hot bouncer, they're directed into another dark alley.
Stopping in front of a shop with rusty oversized scissors dangling above the door and lights glowing from within, Thal tilts her head and glances at Colt. "This place'll work." Flashing a confident grin, she steps inside and convinces the purple haired woman to bleach her hair a platinum blonde. The mirror is too dirty to tell if it's a look she'll like, but a deal's a deal, and she steps out to greet Colt with liquid courage confidence.
She flicks a few wavy blonde strands behind a shoulder, winking at the rancher. "Thanks for a fun night. Until next time." And with a flick of her tail, she moves to find a space big enough for her lyvern shift, planning to fly erratically home and crash in her bed.
[FIN]
Never been the type to
Let someone see right through
Let someone see right through
