Who: Molly & OTA Where: The Mansion, OMG When: 2:00AM, 1/11/11 What: Someone wakes up from the face plant imprint they put in the guest room bed and steps out to have a smoke.
Molly hadn't been completely awake when they had got off the plane and made their way here. She wasn't exactly keen on exploring at the moment either. She was simply taking her battered package of fags out of the room and looking for somewhere to have a smoke. You didn't smoke in a room with a bed. Unless the bed had just been used for something she wasn't exactly fixing on using a guest bed for anytime soon, that was.
The place was a bloody maze. Opening a door to the outside had her decide to smoke inside, just with a window open but she wasn't going to wait any longer for her fix. She would have to find a way to get herself another box tomorrow because on inspection only one cigarette in the box was even still usable and that would have to do for now.
She plopped down on the couch and lit the smoke, taking a long drag off of it. "Worst fecking day ever," she muttered.