tis okie :'D
[ Reki's eyes, ever so briefly, study Soubi's stance. With how he moved, or even the sound of his voice, she can tell that he has had enough (or more than enough) to drink. She lights up her own stick -- ]
Don't we all.
[ -- and after a drag, she takes a moment to ponder his question, as she hails the bartender for her own drink, and the waitress for a basket of pretzels. A part of her can sense the bearing behind the question and yet, she sticks to their status quo. ]
I want to paint. I want to be there for my friends and for anyone I can help.
[ It's the truth, but just part of it. As to "why"... she doesn't feel like elaborating. ]