"Are you a strange bloke," she countered, pulling a cigarette with her red lips from the pack, before having grown tired of his rummaging tapped a cigarette from her own pack.
"I enjoy drinking, smoking, laughter, a fine mess, and being away from bodies when they finally drop in this city. You, John, are all of the above and lovely distraction from the latter." She smiled then feeling through those skin-tight jeans for her lighter.