Raining on me so damn long, but that's relief to a man who calls a desert home
She doesn't hear a lock slide, but the door shivers open to reveal the shape of Flora and her living scarf. It's the first indication to her that maybe there's more potential here than she dared hope for when she wrote the letter. It's simple, but an unopened bar, even when set as a meeting place, has every right to be kept under lock and key. That this wasn't feels more like an invitation than the now open doorway before her.
"Course we are," Colt asserts with the easy confidence of someone who doesn't let hardship diminish well-earned accomplishments. Life's too short not to enjoy the wins. Stepping inside, she turns the door closed with her elbow, her hand busy slipping her half-used cigarette into her pocket and wiping ashy fingertips into dark streaks across her jean pocket. "First, the bar," she explains, one of her hands sweeping out towards the scenery of Flora's efforts. Her gaze follows, skating over tables waiting to earn water rings and seats that manage to appear new and yet well broken-in already. "It's no easy feat rebuilding something from the ashes." She'd know, because she just gave up on the attempt, decided sand served as a better medium.
"Second." Colt's attention swings back to Flora and the glasses she's arranging, sliding up to the other side of the bar and leaning into it with a comfort born of familiarity. "I hear you go by the Hot Take now." Her brows lift with the unspoken point behind that new moniker as she works the cork free with a controlled pop. "So...congratulations, Flora." Tipping the glasses into the slow and careful pour, amber liquid fizzes and streams bubbles up the side of each. Colt's focus lifts partway through one, meeting Flora's gaze for a moment and offering a subtle smile before the task at hand calls her attention back, not about to commit the sin of spilling.
"I'm afraid the bottle lost most of its chill on the way over," Colt laments with a soft frown and a wrinkle to her brow. "So we might need some ice to properly enjoy this." A touch redneck, but, well, it always worked for her before.
"Course we are," Colt asserts with the easy confidence of someone who doesn't let hardship diminish well-earned accomplishments. Life's too short not to enjoy the wins. Stepping inside, she turns the door closed with her elbow, her hand busy slipping her half-used cigarette into her pocket and wiping ashy fingertips into dark streaks across her jean pocket. "First, the bar," she explains, one of her hands sweeping out towards the scenery of Flora's efforts. Her gaze follows, skating over tables waiting to earn water rings and seats that manage to appear new and yet well broken-in already. "It's no easy feat rebuilding something from the ashes." She'd know, because she just gave up on the attempt, decided sand served as a better medium.
"Second." Colt's attention swings back to Flora and the glasses she's arranging, sliding up to the other side of the bar and leaning into it with a comfort born of familiarity. "I hear you go by the Hot Take now." Her brows lift with the unspoken point behind that new moniker as she works the cork free with a controlled pop. "So...congratulations, Flora." Tipping the glasses into the slow and careful pour, amber liquid fizzes and streams bubbles up the side of each. Colt's focus lifts partway through one, meeting Flora's gaze for a moment and offering a subtle smile before the task at hand calls her attention back, not about to commit the sin of spilling.
"I'm afraid the bottle lost most of its chill on the way over," Colt laments with a soft frown and a wrinkle to her brow. "So we might need some ice to properly enjoy this." A touch redneck, but, well, it always worked for her before.
Colt
Still gripping the shovel that got me here, fear if I let go I might disappear
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.
