She takes the cigarette from his hand, and takes a drag. Not something she does terribly often, but she likes the effect of smoke rolling out of her mouth. It's fun. And calming.
"Well. There's the bar. They seem to be doing alright..."
She hands the cigarette back to him, takes her hand from his, and stares at the mint julep, poking at the ice and frowning, a little.
Because there's always a price.
And she knows he won't like the price of this one.
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Date: 2005-11-29 10:27 pm (UTC)She takes the cigarette from his hand, and takes a drag. Not something she does terribly often, but she likes the effect of smoke rolling out of her mouth. It's fun. And calming.
"Well. There's the bar. They seem to be doing alright..."
She hands the cigarette back to him, takes her hand from his, and stares at the mint julep, poking at the ice and frowning, a little.
Because there's always a price.
And she knows he won't like the price of this one.