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Vince took another cigarette out of his pocket, putting it to the girls lips, then taking the lighter and placing it to the end of the cigarette. "Take a nice deep breath, after sucking on the thing for a minute. You'll like it. They're smooth."

He caught the cigarette, holding it out to her and sighing, smirking. "It's comes with smoking quite a few cigarettes. At least finish it out. You'll start to feel all dizzy and light headed. It feels really good."

"Right..." He gave her an odd look and crushed out his own cigarette, replacing it with the one he had let her try. "You realize, that that's to addictive that in ten or twenty minutes you'll probably be craving it?"

He smirked, pulling an unopened pack out of his pocket, putting it down on the bar. "Take those, and this lighter. if you feel like you want one, use the lighter to light it, after taking it out of the pack and putting it in your mouth. If you don't, you can give the pack back to me next time I see you. Keep the lighter." He started to fade, smirking as smoke wafted and his wings spread, the shadow wing becoming visable. "See ya." and he was gone.

:::A beautiful young woman appears seated in one of the many chairs in the Brink. She is reclined and relaxed. Her hair is firey red, it is tied back into a pony tail, but still it extends down the length of her back. Behind her closed eye lids are stunning violet eyes that could kill. Her neck, ears, head, wrists, waist, leg, and fingers are adorned with jewelry encrusted with hundreds of muttled green stones, polished and smooth, much like her. She was scantily clothed, in matching green cloth wrapped mainly around the areas modesty allowed, and the flowed like ribbons down:::

:::She sat with her hand extended outword, as though offering it to someone. But when it remained untouched, her relaxed expression changed to an annoyed one, but still she kept her eyes closed:::

Hurry up, Laro. I don't have all day.

:::Only when her manacurist didn't begin to appologize profusely, did she open her eyes. They went wide, as she took in her surroundings. She brought her hand back, and sat up quickly. She gave herself a moment to sheer astonishment, but soon, that too faded, and was replaced with a knowing smile:::

I'm here... :::and she began to laugh to herself triumphantly:::

:::She yelled into the air around her::: See me, Luca! I'm here!... I'm finally here, Luca. :::Her triumph retreated back into the knowing smile, as she began to explore the place freely. Before anyone else appeared, she was gone:::

:::The red haired vixen who had appeared in the brink earlier that day in her own time appeared there again. This time she faded in lying on her stomach, atop one of the tables. She let out a groan...and realized a moment later that she wasn't being massaged any longer. Her head darted up from where it layed on her crossed arms:::

:::As she suspected, she was back. But this time, there was someone else there. The same knowing smile creeped back onto her face. She slid herself slowly and quietly off the table, and in his direction:::

:::She approched him with an suspicion in her eyes, and she got within ear shot of him, she spoke:::

So...that's what cigars smell like. Malazar, I presume?

Well, I guess so...but this certainly beats the daily massage.

:::She looked at him, her head cocked to one side::: Why are you covering your eyes...? Don't you want to look at me?

:::She stepped closer:::

:::She pokes her head past the back of the bar, to look down at Malazar, who is plopped on the floor. She looks to be a mixture of disappointed and perturbed:::

Well, this is not what I expected. Get up already. :::She stands back up straight and puts her hands on her hips, and tosses tressle of crimson hair from her eyes:::

Honestly...what is all the commotion for?