<3 Silly Sie. 500+ words.
######There was nothing she enjoyed more than to feel as free and as light as she did when she smoked, something she found even more enjoyable than her motley of sexual adventures. Truthfully, if she could find a way to experience that one amazing part of sex through smoking, Lolita was certain she would never touch another being again. It had been different with Pippa, of course. That was something she could never deny, but her memories never quite lived up to the way she was feeling at that moment. Something she did so frequently alone had become a social subject for her at the drop of a hat; she could not remember the last time she had smoked, or even drank, with another. Generally, it was her lonely self, trying to keep from dipping into the swells of complete depression. As long as she kept herself on one side of that fine line, everything was okay.
######Rurik's definition of a long time was probably vastly different than her own. For Lolita, a long time could only be defined as the end of time, whenever that happened. It was possible there would never even be such a thing, or maybe the luperci would do to themselves as the humans had done, but she hoped that would not be the case. Watching the entire species die out would be hard enough, but what if she did not disappear with the rest of them, since she was already dead? Shuddering at the thought, she shook her head slightly, trying to clear the thought from the depths of her mind. "I do not wish to smoke another substance until the end of time, but I suppose one time will cannot hurt anything too much." Lifting the lighter, she deftly lit the tobacco stick between her lips, inhaling as she did so. It felt different than marijuana did, and it tasted much more pungent. Exhaling slowly, she studied the burning stick between her fingers, trying to determine if it was something she could enjoy. Perhaps it was an acquired taste that she just did not have yet.
######Her green eyes lit up at the familiar tongue, an excited smiled forming at his obvious knowledge of languages. Though some of the words he spoke were unfamiliar, they were easy to guess, sounding similar enough to their English counterparts that she did not have to do much thinking to determine their probable meaning. "Beszélsz magyar! Ön az egyetlen tudom, hogy aki nem!" she exclaimed, excited as she was. Obviously, it was not completely truthful. Someone had taught her the language in her travels, as it was not one spoken in her birth pack, but she could not even remember what the teacher looked like, let alone their name or how they had become acquainted. "Do you travel a lot?" It seemed like it would be a very likely explanation for why he knew so many languages, and it seemed like a very exciting life. Some months had been spent travelling, but Lolita could never find things to keep her entertained while moving, and it was terribly lonely. Settling generally seemed like the best idea, if only to keep herself surrounded by those that she could pretend were close to her and cared about her, or even knew her.