Smoke slipped through the edges of the door, one of the upstairs bedrooms of the Odd Jobs building locked up tighter than a priestess of Mara's corset. One might think there was some kind of fire inside, until they noticed the smoke was thin and wispy rather than black and billowing. And then the smell would hit them, something sweet smelling yet with an underlying stink to it. Anyone versed in any sort of illegal trade would recognize it instantly - the smell of skooma, that infamous drug that destroyed families and lives alike, offering just a brief time of elation and ecstasy before harshly ripping one back down to the ground.

Within the confines of the room, a figure sat in one of the corners, ignoring the comforting bed or the cushions of the chair. Her eyes drooped down low, and her legs were draped out across the floor, bare legs feeling quite well against the cool floorboards. Cupped gently in her hands was a pipe, the deadly substance sitting within. The tip was raised and pressed between her lips, and a long puff of the stuff was taken. After a few moments of holding her breath, she released it, a thick cloud snaking out of her mouth and up towards the ceiling. Her supplies were running low, lower than she liked, but at the moment she was as high as the Divines, and couldn't care less.

Unfortunately, the high was fleeting. In under a half hour, her supply had dwindled to just a few more puffs, and her high had come down significantly. A sigh escaped her lips, a few dregs of smoke slipping out of her lips. Seranie quickly dressed, throwing on a set of trousers and an old brown tunic. Slipping out of the room, she waved a hand around to clear the smoke that billowed outwards towards the window she'd left open hours before. A few coughs escaped her as she went down the steps, steams of smoke leaving the corners of her lips as she entered the little area, slipping past Ifgrid as she hurried upstairs to one of the rooms. It was unfortunate for her that that room was still airing out from the previous hour's usage. Seranie snickered as she started searching around for something to scrounge up to eat, muttering something of a greeting towards Aria, giving her a short wave of the hand as acknowledgement to her presence.

It was going to be a long day as she came down. Maybe that Khajiit could find her a bit more to tide her over for the rest of the week.