[color=lightblue][h2]Lilith[/h2]

[@Billsomething][b]"You're being far to kind to someone like me. Why"[/b] Her ice blue gaze stared up at him suspiciously. She reached out and cautiously took the joint from him, studying his work. He obviously had been smoking for a long time, and she herself could not have rolled a more perfect joint. As he lit it, she lightly puffed to get it going, then took a long drag. As she held it, she polished off the rest of the soulful drink. Her eyes flashed ghostly white again and the majority of the visible wounds and scars regenerated into a cloud of black smoke. Letting out the smoke, she began to cough. Interesting. No pot had made her cough in almost a hundred years. This was some good shit.

Smiling for the first time and relaxing as her desire to feed died along with her cough, she smiled at the man with the flip flops and handed back the joint. 


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