Gah, I suck so much, I'm sorry! D: I'll be better, I promise. Girl Scout's Honor! 500+ words.
#####The fact that he was visibly muscled was not lost on her, and Lolita found herself staring openly as he retrieved his bag, a curved smile on her lips as the blunt went almost forgotten in her hand. The key word there was, of course, "almost." The excitement of having company in someone so obviously interested in being around her - as opposed to the ones who seemed less receptive, or down right unpleasant, like the other Inferni male she had encountered - could only be made better by the sweetness of her lovely herb. He did not seem put off by what she was holding, which was pleasant. It was far more common for her to encounter those that did not like smoking, and if it came up, or they found her in the act, it was rarely a good experience. The dead girl rather enjoyed finding others who did not seem unhappy by what she did. Smoking was as much as a part of her as her own arm, although perhaps it was even more important. It did keep her able to walk, after all, and it was her only semblance of livelihood left.
#####"It seems you have," she purred, studying him happily. It had been a long time since she had been in the company of someone so wonderful to look at, with the exception of Rurik, but their meeting had simply been the sharing of drink, smoke, and words. Kaena had given her advice that she wanted to act on, eventually, and along those same lines, her life was a rather lonely one. Happily, Lolita accepted the bottle he offered and held out her own gift. If it were to be rejected, she would understand that he was one of those that did not partake, although she would be thoroughly confused. In her mind, smoking and drinking went hand in hand. She supposed the same could be said for the human smoking sticks Rurik had given her to try, but she could not say she was fond of those in particular. The smell and taste had been far too different for her liking, but at least she had been willing to try it just that one time. Once was enough of a fair attempt.
#####Any encounter that began with the exchange of alcohol and marijuana was bound to be a good one, her past experiences told her. Lifting the bottle to her lips, Lolita gratefully swallowed some, considering the different taste. It was something she had never tried before, certainly. . . Sweet was one word she could attribute to it. The vast differences between the various human drinks never failed to astound her, but she could certainly appreciate them all the same. They all seemed to have similar effects on her, as well, unless she already happened to be in a less-than-happy mood. Then, drinking was never a good idea, even when it was coupled with smoking. Taking note of the distance he had placed between them, the cream woman stepped closer, closing it once more despite his intentions. "Lolita Monroe," she offered sweetly.
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