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. . .need I apologize? >_>; But. . . Yeah, you know what's going on. =/ 300+ words.


#####It would inflate her ego a great deal if everyone kept complimenting her on her blunts, and Lolita decided that she would keep carrying them around anywhere she went, if possible. If she was always going to get a positive reaction like the ones she had gotten from Rurik and now Anselm, she saw no problem with continuing to carry them in hopes of getting even more positive feedback. Even if someone was not a smoker, then there was always a chance that she could sway them to that side of life. Some might consider it a bad thing to try and convince others to pick up such a vice, but Lolita only saw it as a form of happily sharing something that gave her such wonderful feelings. And if alcohol was allowed to be passed around freely, then the flamboyant woman saw no reason that smoke shouldn't be shared as well. It was only fair, and Lolita found smoking to be as enjoyable as drinking, if not even more so because it kept her walking.


#####Almost as perplexed as he was, though Lolita would not have known he was unless he specifically said something, she knelt across from him, leaning in a bit. There was still some distance between them, but now they were settled, and it seemed as if the distance was going to stay the way it was. "Maybe I could," she said with a grin, glancing down at the faded leather bag she had placed next to her. Normally, she did not bring it with her on her outings, so she usually did not have anything with her. However, today it was with her, as was all of her herb and wraps. She would need to find a smoke shop around here soon to restock her bag, but for now, she had enough to last her a while. "How about after we finish this one?" she suggested, waving a slim, pale hand in the direction of the blunt he was holding before taking it from him after it had been offered. "How did you come across this?" she asked, shaking the bottle in her other hand delicately. It was very different from what she was used to, and very, very nice.


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