said i was the best simultaneously the worst
“Fuck, Colt. I work at a brothel, ‘course I’m gonna have drugs.” He rolls his eyes, as if it was self explanatory. If he didn’t have it, he had one of the easiest ways to get it – brothels were a big proponent of having whatever someone needed to get the job done. “So next time y’need some, you just come ‘n see me an’ I’ll hook ya up.” He says easily, tone taking a hint of a promise alongside a demand that she wouldn’t just go and randomly find someone for it when he was standing right there.
Hearing her agreement over the fact that he’d never been thanked, Thorn’s happy to let the vindication settle in her bones. He wasn’t a demigod. He doesn’t know what it’s like to be channeled. So it’s easy for the courtesan to decide it wasn’t as big of a deal as Vesper’s made it out to be. And without Colt’s explanation, it doesn’t grow further than that. But then she says that she doesn’t think she helped him at all with it and he has very little advice in terms of what she could do. The realization seems to sink in, though, and Thorn works extra hard to try and get the island counter out.
And then, with that final swing he very nearly tumbles down with it as it gives, the blow sliding it off the base enough that Thorn’s shocked just about as much as she is when he withdraws and she whoops. Excitement finds its way into his chest, beating out the prior anger for relief and familiarity. “Yeah I fuckin’ did!” He agrees with a bark of a laugh himself.
He hugs her back, tight and a touch sweaty from the liquor and the work, but as he works to catch his breath, he slips up the heart shaped glasses on top of his head. “Let’s get it outta here then, huh?” To the front where the rest of the victims are ready to be destroyed.
He parts from her, grabbing the counter pieces to lob it out the backdoor along with her help and a bit more booze to pass the time until they finally are able to clean everything up.
- FIN
Hearing her agreement over the fact that he’d never been thanked, Thorn’s happy to let the vindication settle in her bones. He wasn’t a demigod. He doesn’t know what it’s like to be channeled. So it’s easy for the courtesan to decide it wasn’t as big of a deal as Vesper’s made it out to be. And without Colt’s explanation, it doesn’t grow further than that. But then she says that she doesn’t think she helped him at all with it and he has very little advice in terms of what she could do. The realization seems to sink in, though, and Thorn works extra hard to try and get the island counter out.
And then, with that final swing he very nearly tumbles down with it as it gives, the blow sliding it off the base enough that Thorn’s shocked just about as much as she is when he withdraws and she whoops. Excitement finds its way into his chest, beating out the prior anger for relief and familiarity. “Yeah I fuckin’ did!” He agrees with a bark of a laugh himself.
He hugs her back, tight and a touch sweaty from the liquor and the work, but as he works to catch his breath, he slips up the heart shaped glasses on top of his head. “Let’s get it outta here then, huh?” To the front where the rest of the victims are ready to be destroyed.
He parts from her, grabbing the counter pieces to lob it out the backdoor along with her help and a bit more booze to pass the time until they finally are able to clean everything up.
- FIN
Hawthorn
and best case scenario, i should be cursed
