Seeing that familiar head of hair come around the corner had her grinning, holding out the joint in offering to him. "Ouch, ribs hurt that bad?" she asked curiously, unable to help the slight pout that was gracing those full lips of hers. She had been debating getting something on her ribcage, some sort of geometric design that Scarlett could trace while they were high. Maybe she'd do circles.
"I'd like to, I just don't know what. Do you decide forever in advance?" she asked curiously, words just tumbling from her lips. Gods, he was still as hot as he had been in school, she thought with a wistful sigh. She was surrounded by beautiful people, she wondered if he was dating, but it didn't seem important just then. They were on tattoos. "I saw someone with a head tattoo the other night, that looked painful."