schmokin

“Shut up!” Kat laughed and playfully kicked her companion who was sitting on the ground next to her, back leaning against the wall she was seated upon. “I’m not gonna tell you anything more than that. Now gimmie a lighter.”

“You’re no fun, you never spill deeeetails!” Her friend pouted before passing her up a small blue lighter. Kat lit up her cigarette and dropped the lighter back down as she took a drag and opened her mouth to let smoke pour from it.

“Mmm…there’s not many details to tell anyway, this time.” She shrugged and waved the smoke out of her face with her hand, glancing off. “He wasn’t terrific, he was a bit sloppy from what I remember, and he was overly cocky, which, in reality, he shouldn’t have been. But afterwards he was just dead shy, it was weird. I got outta there as quick as I could. Aaaand…that’s it.” She snorted.

“What the hell? So you’ve been acting coy and not spilling anything, and THIS is all I’ve been waiting for?!”

“Basically.” Kat yawned pointedly. “Sorry. Overall: he wasn’t that impressive. End of story.”

“But-“

"Shut up.” Kat snickered. “I’ve told you enough, bitch. We’re gonna go get a McDonalds in a few minutes okay? But for now, shut the fuck up and enjoy your bloody cigarette!”