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Letting out a soft sigh, the woman pulled a cigarette seemingly out of nowhere, and lit it, the grey smoke dancing up to the ceiling of the earthy hall.
Elribrith stands up and walks over to the slender woman. "I wouldn't suppose you'd spare a girl a smoke?" she asks sweetly.
Lilith picked her head up quickly, her eyes widened slightly. She was startled that someone had noticed her. "Uhm, yeah." Her voice was much higher and feminine than would be expected, and she held up a second cigarette. "Do you need a match?"
"Nah, I got a lighter," She takes the cigarette with a grin- hidden by her bandana. "Thanks." She fishes her zippo out of her skirt pocket and lights up, pulling her mask down around her throat to take a drag. "Much better," she sighs with a smile.
"No problem." The young woman looked down at the floor, taking a few last drags from her cigarette, exhaling upward, as not to insult the other ball-goers any further. She looked around for a place to dispose of the burnt down filter. Littering just didn't seem right in a place like this.
The red-red sees Lillith search and tilts her head. "There's ash trays at the bar, c'mon," she says in her light country twang, gesturing towards said bar.