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"Something told me it was over
When I saw you and her talking
Something deep down in my soul said, "Cry girl"
When I saw you and that girl, walking 'round."
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[color=#851309]"Smoking isn't for me.   It's a... bad habit. Not that I'm judging, or anything. I've tried to get a few of my friends to quit, but at the end of the day, what you all decide to do is your prerogative..."[/color]

Bea adjusted her position so that the smoke would avoid floating toward him.  She nodded as her eyes slipped up to the stars and she blew out a milky white cloud into the air.  Sighing, she raised the hand that held the cigarette and pressed the Venus Mount to her forehead for a moment.  When the hand lowered she looked toward Kavan again.  A wry smile had found its way to her lips.

[color=E0633C][b]"Not the first time I've heard that.  Filthy habit.  You'll die young.  Mother fucking lung cancer."[/b][/color]  She shrugged.  [color=E0633C][b]"It's an odd thing to be concerned about, I think.  Lots of stuff is bad for you but we all do it anyway.  And why not judge me? Everyone does it.  It's [i]'hip'[/i] to be judgey you know." [/b][/color] Bea reached her arms into the air and stretched backward, her spine giving little cracks as it released tension.  Somewhere not far off Mara was screaming about something.  Her whole body tensed before she straightened.  Mara marched right past with not a single look at her.  Ah.  Well.

His next set of words caused her to stiffen slightly and released her from the circling thoughts of Mara's ignoring her presence.  She would have really preferred not to talk about it but she supposed she did owe him that.  [color=#851309]"So, want to talk about what's got you so... upset tonight?"[/color]

She took another drag from her cigarette as she scuffed the ground with the heel of her shoe. [color=E0633C][b] "I just got a bit overwhelmed I guess.  A lot of people, none of them looking the same.  Too much dazzle and sparkle.  A teenage masquerade.  People weren't meant to be close to stars, you know."[/b][/color]  She hoped this would be a satisfactory answer.  She couldn't explain the thing that had made it the worst.  To see Jordan with two very lovely looking girls and the way it made all of her organs start playing musical chairs to the mamba.  Bea pulled the flask from her purse, took a quick swig, another drag of her cigarette and tucked the flask away.

The alcohol was beginning to hit her now, causing warm and fuzzy things to float around her head.  She felt less stressed about the night.  Suddenly, things just didn't seem to matter all that much.  She could have fun, a grand time even.  Only a couple more drags and she flicked the butt away.  The young woman turned toward Kavan and held out her hand.  [color=E0633C][b]"I've calmed down enough now.  What say you we tear up that dance floor?  Know any moves?"[/b][/color]  Her tone was playful and an uncharacteristic, almost flirtatious look had settled across her features.