The redhead shook her tumble-down curls, flipping her hair back over her shoulders with a languid stretch of one arm. She couldn't help but laugh a little as she eyed the cigarette. It was one of her many vices as well--and, oddly enough, one that Clyde had never commented on. Unlike her taste in men.
"You're right," she said, "This talk is making me sober. We should fix that." She smirked. "So...how shall we do this?"