ooc: Log
Who: Karen/Smoker
What: Talking and idek yet
Where: Deck at night
When: late late Wednesday night.
Rating: PG subject to change
Smoker apprehensively lit his cigars on the deck of Lady Justice. He'd been planning this for weeks, trying to find a way to get the words not to stick in his throat, trying to find a way to set it up without looking like an idiot. But to hell with waiting. He'd go at his own pace and trying to make it perfect just wasn't his style. If she couldn't deal with him being him, that was her problem. He wasn't going to change what worked for him. Still, he was nervous. It didn't make sense to do it wrong if he could do it right but that just meant there was a chance to mess it up.
What: Talking and idek yet
Where: Deck at night
When: late late Wednesday night.
Rating: PG subject to change
Smoker apprehensively lit his cigars on the deck of Lady Justice. He'd been planning this for weeks, trying to find a way to get the words not to stick in his throat, trying to find a way to set it up without looking like an idiot. But to hell with waiting. He'd go at his own pace and trying to make it perfect just wasn't his style. If she couldn't deal with him being him, that was her problem. He wasn't going to change what worked for him. Still, he was nervous. It didn't make sense to do it wrong if he could do it right but that just meant there was a chance to mess it up.