No problem. =D 500+ words.
###There had been a lot going through her head up until the point that she had taken her first hit of the moment, and as she exhaled again, she was glad to feel the familiar haziness cloud her thoughts. There was too much negativity in her life, and she did not really wish to dwell on it much more for the moment. The creamy Dahlian did not really know how she was going to fight away the bitter loneliness that clung to her every day, but for now, she was content. The smoke was beginning to hit her, its affects bringing out the familiar feelings of comfort within her. It was more a vice than anything else, she guessed. Smoking was her way of keeping her body moving on the Earth, and it was her way of finding sollace in something. It was never very good to depend on anything, but she simply could not help it. She needed marijuana, and that was all that there was to it. Lolita needed quite a few more things in her life, but for now, this would suffice. It was her only option.
###A slightly familiar scent hit her - no, two scents, coming from the same individual. Lolita opened her eyes to see the man in front of her, recognizing the cigarette in his hand to be similar to what Rurik had made her try. It took her another moment to place the second scent, but then she recognized that he smelled very much like Cambria. It had been about a month since she had seen the girl, but the young Dreamer's scent was imprinted in her brain. She did not know of the relation between the man before her and the girl she had deflowered, but it likely would not matter much. Lolita was not one to kiss and tell, per se. Her time with Cambria would be kept silent by her, and no one would know unless Cambria told them. In that case, though, she did not care if they knew. Chances were that she would not know them, anyway. Those that she was with were allowed to share their experiences, and she did not care what anyone said or thought about her.
###Lowering the bowl and lighter to rest in her lap, Lolita offered the man a dazed smile, the smoke still clinging to the air around her head. That was a frequent occurrance, considering she liked to push her body to its complete limits, and one way of doing this was taking in as much smoke as she possibly could. "Hey yourself," she drawled, using the hand that was holding the lighter to move her body over, giving him room to sit beside her as an invitation. Company was not going to be turned down, most certainly not. It was something she had needed for a while now. "Lolita Monroe," she offered, choosing not to clarify that it was her name. It had to be obvious to anyone who happened to have a functioning brain.
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