Colt
The devil's always on my heels, but I keep him on his toes
It might be the highway, and it might be these songs
It might be the whiskey or the smoke inside these lungs
It might be the highway, and it might be these songs
It might be the whiskey or the smoke inside these lungs
She doesn't delay in reaching for the package as he extends it back. Although it'd been for him to keep, she won't deny having the product returned back to her, and she won't be waving it all around in the open either. Deftly she slides it back between leather and denim. Jack's as shrewd as she'd expect about the matter, and it sets her grin deeper into one side of her face, more than pleased to hear him ask for his own benefits. It means he's considering it, even before he says as much, and that he's weighing all the angles and details. Much better than someone who just stumbles into this blind and dumb. "You'd get a sizable cut from the sales," she says easily, knowing the work to trade it would be what's harder, especially to manage it safely. She'd been handling all the growing and the harvesting back in the desert, which is no cake walk either, but doesn't carry the same risks.
"Or are you in the market for something else?" He brows lift pointedly as she looks at him, because after wagering a few deals now for the desert, she's come to find there's different strokes for different blokes. She's always been partial to money, but perhaps Jack is swimming in it after all this time. Never hurts to be richer, in her opinion.
There's a small smirk that curls her expression up and lightens her eyes, even with the dreary start of the day overhead. A response to his well-earned humor and the compliment he extends, and one that only lingers at his offered advice. "All the building I have in mind needs funds to happen. No sense in pussy footing around with paltry shipments like glass and salt." Though she'd be trading those too, if only to have something a bit reputable to show and hide behind should need arise. Then, seeming to contemplate just how much of her hand to divulge, Colt falls silent for a moment and gives her cigarette in-between the centaur tattoo's legs a thorough look over. Her gaze narrows a touch. For someone who doesn't trust easily, it's bitten her in the ass very recently, and that bitter sting of Flora and Sohalia's venom lingers.
Raw had not been her only intention, although that might prove more difficult now if that little birthday tiff also hindered another contact of her's. Time will tell. "There'll be more than raw in Hak Etme," she assures him, trying to keep it vague enough not to risk herself too plainly. "What we send out should invite people into our borders if they want something more." The gambling den will be a veritable host of options, a place to really get people to let loose on their coin both on and off the table with everything she'll be offering them. The world has taken from her, and she means to return the favor. "Trade routes ain't all I'm building out there."
"Or are you in the market for something else?" He brows lift pointedly as she looks at him, because after wagering a few deals now for the desert, she's come to find there's different strokes for different blokes. She's always been partial to money, but perhaps Jack is swimming in it after all this time. Never hurts to be richer, in her opinion.
There's a small smirk that curls her expression up and lightens her eyes, even with the dreary start of the day overhead. A response to his well-earned humor and the compliment he extends, and one that only lingers at his offered advice. "All the building I have in mind needs funds to happen. No sense in pussy footing around with paltry shipments like glass and salt." Though she'd be trading those too, if only to have something a bit reputable to show and hide behind should need arise. Then, seeming to contemplate just how much of her hand to divulge, Colt falls silent for a moment and gives her cigarette in-between the centaur tattoo's legs a thorough look over. Her gaze narrows a touch. For someone who doesn't trust easily, it's bitten her in the ass very recently, and that bitter sting of Flora and Sohalia's venom lingers.
Raw had not been her only intention, although that might prove more difficult now if that little birthday tiff also hindered another contact of her's. Time will tell. "There'll be more than raw in Hak Etme," she assures him, trying to keep it vague enough not to risk herself too plainly. "What we send out should invite people into our borders if they want something more." The gambling den will be a veritable host of options, a place to really get people to let loose on their coin both on and off the table with everything she'll be offering them. The world has taken from her, and she means to return the favor. "Trade routes ain't all I'm building out there."
Ain't no way around it, one day I'm gonna die
If something's gonna kill me
Might as well be what makes me feel alive
If something's gonna kill me
Might as well be what makes me feel alive
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.
