"Wuss? You watch your mouth." Dora decided not to think about offing demons and proceeded to inhale a breath of smoke. The point of being here was to forget about it all anyway, at least for awhile. She thought she deserved it. Instead she watched as the door opened and the dark haired girl stepped into the room. Ruby didn't look any older than herself, but Dora knew better. At twenty-four she was definitely the youngest in the room.
"Wotcher," she greeted, blowing smoke out as she did. She moved over on the couch so that Ruby could sit down if she wanted to and, as was polite, passed the pipe. "I'm Tonks."
The idea of drinks perked her up. "Please." Drinks and pot? Her hair and face were going to be going crazy by the time she was done she'd finished here. She tugged on a strand of her currently pink locks wondering what Spike would emerge from the kitchen with.