( The sound that leaves him is some sort of cross between a huff and a chuckle because yeah. Nice as it was of their hosts to provide the cocaine there for them, he'd rather chase a bottle of Advil with some alcohol right about now to get this head of his to stop trying to spilt itself in half on him.
Fingers gently ghost their way along the nape of his neck, head ducked some, eyes closing. But the lure of nicotine pulls him from whatever moment of quiet he'd managed to have right then and there and he lazily looks over to her and the way the paper slowly burns away with every puff from her lips. )
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Fingers gently ghost their way along the nape of his neck, head ducked some, eyes closing. But the lure of nicotine pulls him from whatever moment of quiet he'd managed to have right then and there and he lazily looks over to her and the way the paper slowly burns away with every puff from her lips. )
You got another one of those?