Sorry for the wait. ^^ And a vampire to love, you say? :o As long as they said, "I know, right, being dead sucks," she'd be completely smitten. 500+ words.
######Inhaling deeply, her eyes fluttered closed as she allowed the smoke to fill her lungs until she was absolutely certain she would burst at any given moment. Only when she was feeling light-headed did she exhale, trained and capable lungs emptying smoothly. It had been at least three months since she had actually coughed as a result of marijuana, very likely due to the amounts that she smoked. Even if she smoked more than the amount it took anyone else to feel buzzed, it took so much more for her to get high. It was unfortunate, really, because it was such a nice feeling, but such is life. Something done too much tends to lose its effectiveness for her, it seemed. Sex was never as good as it had been with Pippa, but she did it so frequently that it may have been because of this. Smoking, of course, was different. Drinking, however, was a very different story, as she did not do it often enough to not feel pleasant when she drank.
######Lifting her head to study the newcomer, she inhaled deeply while nodding in response. Pulling the blunt away from her mouth, she held it out for him to take, accepting the flask with her free hand. "What're you doing up here?" she asked, the words strained by the breath she had been holding and the smoke billowing out around the question. It was genuine curiousity, as she knew what she was doing on the roof of a crumbling building - brooding - but she wondered what may have driven him to the same spot. She studied the silver object in her hands, intrigued by its weight and the contents. Most assuredly it was alcohol, but what kind was more of what she was wondering. There were so many different kinds, some good, and others less than pleasant in taste. The effect was always the same, though, and worth anything to get, so Lolita drank quickly, loving the burn in her throat as the alcohol's warmth spread rapidly throughout her body, right from her nose down to her toes.
######Pleased, Lolita turned to look over her new companion, amused at how easily he had slipped down next to her and how quickly things had been passed. That was always the way with those that were like you; there were never awkward conversations right away. A smoker and a smoker got together, or a drinker and a drinker, and things seemed to happen quickly. There never seemed to be a need for introductions and awkward shuffling of the feet before they got down to business. It was something only those involved could appreciate, of course, but she relished every moment spent with a fellow smoker or drinker. "Neat stuff. . . The tattoos and metal stuff," she added, making it clear that she had been looking at them. They were far more than the one tattoo she had, and they were undeniably cool. There were so many others here with tattoos. Granted, he was only the third person she had met here, but all three had some form of tattoo or weird markings. She might need to consider getting more, in the future. The one she had held meaning, but anything further than that one might not need as deep a meaning, in her opinion.