Sway couldn't help raising her chin with interest as Mars yanked off an article of clothing. She watched carefully and once he was through, she leaned in so that he could light the cigar. When the fire flickered off the lighter and onto the smoke-stick, a blue burst of flame erupted from the remains of the alcohol on the lit end. She didn't flinch. Once it started to burn, she drew in a breath through her nose, then inhaled a drag. Oh, good lord that was nice. She could taste the sweetness of the whiskey that had saturated part of the cigar. Cigarillos. Psh. He could kiss her ass.
And other parts, too.
"I love 'em big," she said sarcastically, her eyes growing wide with mock enthusiasm. She smiled and raised her eyebrows before giving them a waggle, then took another drag. "So did they diagnose it at birth, or did you crash and burn at a party when you were sixteen?" She paused. "... The two left feet." He wasn't dancing with his woman. That meant he couldn't. This wasn't a guy who let some dude make off with his lady. He wasn't that self-assured, was he? She had a while to spend trying to find out...