Re: [(After)Life]
His chuckle had been the goal. Nel much preferred tastes that didn't hearken to home in quite such a blatant manner, but she did like to be be prepared, and hence the drink languishing in the cupboard. For herself, she preferred the spiced rums of the warm and sticky Caribbean, but this moment was not at all about herself. Even the distraction, though appreciated very much, was not about her at all. She took the glass back when it was offered, and she made no move to refill it. There, leaning and with her velvet vest and leather pants collecting water spray, she waited and she watched. She knew he'd require something more sustaining than alcohol, but there was none of her usual teasing present as she regarded him with an interest that was blatant, if undefinable. He was a big boy, serpent or no, and he could tell her what it was he wanted without her foisting it upon him.
He proved this to be so when he sat and asked for a smoke, and she suspected he was not referring to one of her favored cigarillos. She moved away from the sandstone, hips leading and no sway whatsoever to her long gait.
When she returned, only moments later, it was in possession of an old and well-loved pipe filled and packed tight with Godfather OG. She stepped into the shower, careless of the water and barefoot now, purple boots lost between water and weed. She held out the pipe and lighter. "I'll go in search of Fen once you're settled comfortably," she told him, and she claimed a corner of the bench for herself without care for wet or cramped space or his nudity.