"Every night is something," Jenny agreed, leaning back on her hands slightly as she watched Dahlia crossing the room to join her. "Imagine endless nights of it," she offered with a roll of her shoulders and a sigh. It wasn't exactly what she had signed up for, but it was her life now.. or was it afterlife? That always sounded sort of corny to her.
Jenny had always seen being turned as an extension of her old life, but not one that she had ever wanted. With or without sight, it was likely that Dahlia wouldn't even recognize the girl that she'd been, when the Red Door first opened it's doors to her. She hadn't wanted an extension of her life, but what Ginnifer wanted, she got. Living forever at her side hadn't seemed so bad at first, but endless time to think, endless times to recount slights and scoldings, had left Jenny admittedly bitter.
Every night was something, and she was always there to stick her nose in, even if Ginnifer didn't want her to. Perhaps she should have thought of that before making her, this her.
In the company of a client was no time to dwell on her own bitterness, however, and she smiled when the brunette told her that she wanted her regular arrangement. A little biting, maybe a little rough-housing from her, maybe a happy ending for Dahlia, if Jenny was feeling generous for her dollar. Very simple. "Easy enough," the blonde agreed softly, watching attentively as Dahlia withdrew the little cocaine carrying kit that she kept in her purse.
She rolled her eyes at it, but there was also a little smile tugging on her lips. Every one had their poison, she supposed, and Dahlia had been through a lot. Just the things she requested sometimes told Jenny that, even without talking to her. Let her have her stupid drugs, if it made her feel better. Who was she to judge? She was already leaning over to grab her pack of cigarettes from the nightstand, and she didn't even breathe anymore. Old habits simply stuck around. There was supposed to be no smoking inside, but what Ginnifer didn't know about wouldn't hurt her.
"Mm, I'll take mine second-hand," she replied, as she flicked her lighter, "Makes you taste good." She thought so, anyway. It had taken some getting used to at first. Her eyes following the course of the razor blade as it seemed to move of it's own accord and racked up the lines for the blind woman. Jenny had been skeptical of the razor at first, expecting the brunette to accidentally slice her fingers and find herself sucking eagerly on them or something, but she never had.
For someone who could not see a thing she was doing, her movements were as sure as Jenny had ever seen with any other cokehead at work. Practiced might have been a better term. Blowing a couple of smoke rings for her own amusement, she let Dahlia work through her lines, all part of their routine. It wouldn't take long for the drugs to start to take effect, and she was prepared to snub her cigarette at a moments notice when they did. She liked to take her at the height of her senses, when she was highest.