COLT
Usually, I ain't the type to stay up all damn night
Thinkin' 'bout someone else
It's hard to be fine when your heart's on the line
And the truth is I'm goin' through hell
Thinkin' 'bout someone else
It's hard to be fine when your heart's on the line
And the truth is I'm goin' through hell
An easy laugh spills out as Colt shakes her head, gaze glinting in the low light as it fires back towards Thal. "Oh I know," she reassures, in regards to Thal not being cheap. Perhaps the more expensive offer she'd made, in terms of risk, at least if her hair has any say in the matter. She certainly could have offered something lower stakes, but as Thal had been one of the first, Colt had been so certain of rebuke she'd set her stakes high. In the end, Jack would probably be the one to cost her the most, but she rather thinks he'll make her the most too, so that seems fair enough to tally it so.
"No more favors," she groans, eyes rolling faintly as she shimmies out of her bottoms and all their accompanying fabrics. "It's bad enough having the other one held over my head, I'll not be adding more nooses to my neck." The glare she shoots Thal is entirely playful, jeans smacking the rock alongside her jacket. "Any notion when you're gonna cash that in?" she prods, hat tipping off her head and into her hand, just for now.
Because Thal had already seen it, there's no sense in hiding her saved head, so in a rare, public setting, Colt tugs her wig free. The scalp beneath has long since been regrowing her yellow hair, but it's rather short still, looking like a men's cut. With more care than her other things, Colt sets the wig down carefully. "I meant, maybe there's more than work for you in Hak Etme. Wasn't sure if you considered it." Colt keeps it light, mindful that she doesn't step in the same pile of dogshit twice. "Just, pointing out that it could be a fine place for ancients especially." She pulls her shirt off then removes her hat, her bra soon unfastening with as much ceremony as Thal.
"No more favors," she groans, eyes rolling faintly as she shimmies out of her bottoms and all their accompanying fabrics. "It's bad enough having the other one held over my head, I'll not be adding more nooses to my neck." The glare she shoots Thal is entirely playful, jeans smacking the rock alongside her jacket. "Any notion when you're gonna cash that in?" she prods, hat tipping off her head and into her hand, just for now.
Because Thal had already seen it, there's no sense in hiding her saved head, so in a rare, public setting, Colt tugs her wig free. The scalp beneath has long since been regrowing her yellow hair, but it's rather short still, looking like a men's cut. With more care than her other things, Colt sets the wig down carefully. "I meant, maybe there's more than work for you in Hak Etme. Wasn't sure if you considered it." Colt keeps it light, mindful that she doesn't step in the same pile of dogshit twice. "Just, pointing out that it could be a fine place for ancients especially." She pulls her shirt off then removes her hat, her bra soon unfastening with as much ceremony as Thal.
I keep it dark, I keep it quiet
But then you come around and light me up
Takin' up space like a hyphen
You're on my mind and I can't fight it
But then you come around and light me up
Takin' up space like a hyphen
You're on my mind and I can't fight it
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.
