Tig gave a flippant shrug at his words. "Judge all you like, it doesn't make a difference to me." Her eyes crossed for a moment as she eyed the end of her cigarette. Was that where he'd stopped at or was it too soon? How long was she supposed to leave it - until it was about to burn her fingers? She took a final puff from it and then mimicked what he'd done in the most half-assed fashion she could muster without putting actual effort into it.
She started to move towards the door and then stopped suddenly. "Anyway, the next time you feel like being elsewhere, let me know." Tig couldn't hold back a half-smirk as she made her proposition. She did actually have an idea for "curing" him of it but her motives were anything but pure.
She started to move towards the door and then stopped suddenly. "Anyway, the next time you feel like being elsewhere, let me know." Tig couldn't hold back a half-smirk as she made her proposition. She did actually have an idea for "curing" him of it but her motives were anything but pure.
