Hunter wasn't even mildly put off by any of the animosity that Sera showed toward her. She just grinned weakly as she tossed the balled up blanket onto the floor, turning just in time to duck the stuffed cowboy sailing her way. "Hey, don't be a cunt, it's a party night!" she pouted at the younger girl as she moved over to sit on the edge of her bed and look at the brunette closely.
"Yer comin' down and that's final so ya better get your ass out my bed and get that little party dress on before I drag ya down in sweats!" the tall blonde threatened, pointing her index finger sharply at Sera. "I mean it, kid, count of three!"
When Sera asked if she could smoke in the room, Hunter made a face at her. "No, go downstairs and do it outside like everybody else! You can't be smokin' them fuckin' cancer sticks around my boo no more. Out the door wit' ya.."
Pausing for a moment, another thought struck her. "Wait, wait, wait though.. you're smokin' again? Is this some part of yer.. y'know, brooding French persona you got goin' on?"