"I've tasted them before, but they're such girlie fucking cigarettes that I can't persuade myself to buy them. Marlboro is what comes out of my mouth every time." He gave her a smirk and held his hand out for her clove. When she handed it over, he brought it to his lips and took a drag. The flavor was sweet and spicy and he liked the way the smoke filled his lungs. He expelled it with a small sigh and handed it back to her. "Thanks."
"Eh, he's a flake but he's probably inside. There's a backdoor that I know he likes to use, the fag." He grinned at his own joke. "But if he doesn't show up soon, I'm going to make up the plays on my own." Truthfully he couldn't give a fuck about the hockey team. He didn't have any real relationships with anyone, he just liked to throw them around on the ice. He did like to win, though, so he pushed everyone harder than was probably necessary.
He felt the searing heat from her arm as she leaned against the wall next to him. His own body temperature had always been a few notches higher than the average human, but not like the jinni's. Her's was intense. But it made fucking her that much more fun. All that talk about fucking a warm apple pie? Yeah, it didn't even compare.
He shrugged, "Just wandering campus, then, huh? You must be looking for some fun?" His suggestion on paper would seem much more innocent than the way he actually said it. There was a quality to his voice that made the question lewd. He finished his second cigarette and dropped the butt, stamping it out with the toe of his boot. He turned so that he was more or less facing her, leaning his shoulder up against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest.
"I don't have any concrete plans, but I think I could be talked into doing just about anything with you." He actually chuckled at the idea of a party at Shae. "I am pretty sure that party won't last ten minutes until someone comes and breaks it up. And Shae? God, what a boring fucking house. It's probably going to be thrown by some mermaid with no sense of excitement." The tone of his voice changed as he lifted a finger and ran it over her shoulder. "Now if you and I were to throw a party at my place, off-campus, that would be a party."
He glanced up at her and shrugged, letting the ball fall into her court.