Re: Bench along the walkway --> adult, friends
She was sure the man that called that skin home didn't roll onto his back with the kind of heavy limbed, fuck you, not moving that he did. She took the smoke between her fingers again, and she looked at it before inhaling this time, and her exhale was slower, and she was slower to hand it back. She was busy listening, and her attention was quiet and full. Even when she glanced at the smoke, it was clear that the thing was just something to do while she listened, and she looked at him once she handed it back. "Not mess me up. I just don't want have that moment where you open your eyes and you freak because you don't know where you're at. Ever had those? They suck." She wasn't whining, because there wasn't any complaining in her tone. "This isn't my first party," she said, figuring that would explain it. "This one isn't terrible, but try dying a few times." She smiled. "This one hasn't been terrible at all. You're not so bad, Accountant."
She looked straight at him when he managed to look at her sideways through the smoke. She rolled, hip against his hip and arms on his chest. She looked down at him. "I still think you'd be soft to lie against, however hard you may be out of here. I don't do a lot of laying on people so I'm not an expert. Laying? No it's lying, isn't it?" She watched his eyes go half closed, and she pushed the smoke away from his mouth long enough to get a kiss in before she stretched out flat beside him, and his elbow under her head.
She could fall asleep, or she could get up and put Ink's clothes back on. She was considering. She didn't really want to move. She gave it a few minutes, and then she looked over at him, checking for sleep before she opened her mouth again and disturbed him.