Her lips curled into a smirk as she blow another cloud of smoke. Gone with your kidneys. she wanted to say but they weren't there yet and Wicked might have been making a new friend. He seemed chill about the whole name thing and the less than perfect living situation so she didn't want to come off like a complete freak. It was,however,an excellent question and one she didn't have an immediate answer to. She shrugged at first then twisted her face in thought as if some hazy gin soaked memory was coming back to her.
"The sink? Didn't I get cake on you or something?" She asked. "If you had a belt it's probably been chewed to death and your shoes are in the hall, I remember that 'cause I warned you...they're gone I wouldn't bother looking."