Re: Basement: Edge of the action
She took the cigarette, and she tucked it between her lips, marring the already dark paper with her stained lips. "Maybe I did just want the cigarette," she told him, grinning around the smoke in a way that made it evident she was playing with him. The changes in him were noticed, but not as much as they might have been if he wasn't wearing something she perceived as bold to begin with. Even when she wasn't dressed like something out of McCalls, she wouldn't have worn something near as bold as the little he had on, not these days.
She raised a hand and braced it on his chest when he came closer. "I told you that you might not like what I had planned," she reminded him, thick sweet smoke inhaled before the words came out. She glanced around, hand still braced against skin and ink, and she finally stepped away and around him.
"This way," she told him, and she kept close to the stage and away from the crowd as she headed toward one of the booths. But something stopped her as she neared, and she shook her head, turning and heading toward the far wall, where it wasn't as crowded, but where it was still wide open and nothing closed or curtained. There, she leaned on back against the wall, and she held out the cigarette to him, slipping it between his lips if she let her. "You drag on that, and then you can kiss me. Just kissing, and you quit when I say. Call it a lesson."