"Dammit, who was smoking? Tattoos are one thing, but smoking is a whole other story; that smoke'll make my ena all unhealthy, not to mention my lungs." 

Priscilla threw her head back, her jet black curls bouncing as her red lips parted into a cackle, [i]"Guiltyyyy."[/i] she crowed, crinkling her nose and sniffing the air, [i]"Oh man that shit IS, bad!"[/i] she exclaimed sarcastically grabbing one of the sandwiches from the pile, just barely catching Chey's friendly wave. She of course sat next to her and Betty, the women she could most relate to at the circus. To most people the sight of most of these people's idea of a 'good home cooked meal' would cause an instant gag. Luckily for Cici she got rid of that reflex quite awhile ago. Though, the smell and sight still was something to behold, she tried not to watch too much, as she didn't want to lose too much of an appetite.