Emma and Justin and Open
Emma shrugged offhandedly when he refused her cigarette. "It's better than cancer that smells like cancer," she said airily. Emma was beginning to think that people might not know that she smoked, though, if her clothes didn't smell like it. Perhaps she would have to charm the ciragrettes back...
Justin winked and she figured that he was getting somewhere near tipsy when she noticed a firewhiskey bottle in his hand. FINALLY. Without asking, she reached for it.
"I don't have cooties," she said as she put her hand on the bottle, still in his grasp.
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