His rotten luck was at it again. Seemed all he was meant to do was strike out lately. He made short work of plucking the cigarette from between his lips and stowing it back in the pack for later. His lighter was either in his room or someone had pilfered it, which was a route he didn't entirely want to entertain (lest it lead to one of those conversations better left avoided).
"You'd think they would give us a chance to scrounge a bag together first. Common courtesy goes about as far as penniless pockets in this day and age." It was downright rude. He had been evil once, and even he had rules.
Rant out of his system, he took a beat to look the young woman over. A musician. Interesting enough, made more so by the state of her – what he can see of her skin, anyway.
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His rotten luck was at it again. Seemed all he was meant to do was strike out lately. He made short work of plucking the cigarette from between his lips and stowing it back in the pack for later. His lighter was either in his room or someone had pilfered it, which was a route he didn't entirely want to entertain (lest it lead to one of those conversations better left avoided).
"You'd think they would give us a chance to scrounge a bag together first. Common courtesy goes about as far as penniless pockets in this day and age." It was downright rude. He had been evil once, and even he had rules.
Rant out of his system, he took a beat to look the young woman over. A musician. Interesting enough, made more so by the state of her – what he can see of her skin, anyway.
"Are you alright?"